About a year ago the higher powers at work decided that we needed to relocate because we had outgrown our office space.
You all remember the map I made of my office. Where I sat in a corner behind a door and beneath a coat rack and the only thing I had going for me was a cup of Biggby coffee. You remember how every day more people were added to our small office and every day I felt less productive and overstimulated. And it would be hard to forget the day I dropped the "f" bomb.
So anyways, it took me approximately six months to get my desk behind a door... a few more months for a phone... a few more months for a desk without a pole in the middle of of... and a few more for business cards. With each of these achievements I felt great pride and a little more important and valued.
But none will surpass what I am feeling about the following...
And I have an orchid. So it doesn't matter that I'm only promised work until the end of the fiscal year.