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...
We.
Moved.
And.
My.
Desk.
Is.
A.
May.
ZING.
And I have an orchid. So it doesn't matter that I'm only promised work until the end of the fiscal year.
And an illuminated angel child thing? What is that?
ReplyDeleteAngel watching over all that I do. Protecting. Guiding. Illuminating.
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