11:20 a.m.
(Sitting at my desk - in my office at work.)
The place is empty - the week promises to be a slow one. Have I ever described my work environment? Well, if so, skip the following 'cause I'm gonna do it again: I have a central office with a large desk, back table and bookcase to myself. The office also houses another large desk off to my right where our temps work. There is a copier behind that desk with file cabinets (3) next to it. There is also a very large built in shelving/credenza type unit on the wall directly opposite my line of sight.
The doorway into my office is directly to my left about 4 feet. I try to keep the door closed because it gets cold in here. There is a window in the door in which a venetian blind hangs which is always pulled open during office hours. I live for 9 hours a day in a fish bowl. Other workers who pass up and down the hall look directly at me sitting in my desk.
Opening off my office are three offices used by two junior associates and one senior associate. The younger associates are really fun for me to work for! Not much older than my own children but so interesting to interact with them in a way one never can with one's *own* blood. I feel like I am seeing another side of my sons through these two. Quite fun!
The senior associate that shares this central space is grand. He is the one that is publishing all the time and keeps me so busy. (There is some good and some bad in that. :)))))
I also answer to our Director, who is down the hall and two other senior associates, also down the hall. They are just as gentle, but very unique in their personalities.
As I have said time and time again, I am blessed. These are laid back, gentle people and work is usually a pleasure. Because there is a lot of down time, I can explore and do so much that I want to with the computer and site. But, the reverse of this that down time is not balanced. We go from down to frantic. So I may work 9 hours a day for three days without breaks and then sit with nothing to do for 2 days. It can be very frustrating and there is nothing that can be done about the way the work flows, but I would not leave the position by choice.
3:30 p.m.
(Getting ready to go to the office warehouse.)
Well, I am still writing about office related things. I guess it is because I am still at the office - (Go figure!) I typed out the above portion of the entry shortly after having begun it and then entered the "real world" of work because the men finally came to move our filing cabinets and that, of course, required that everything else be rearranged. So I have spent most of the day moving furniture and now, must treck down to the company warehouse and see if the two lamp tables, brass lamp and assorted pictures they have in excess inventory will work to finish out our little space. I have been to this warehouse before. I have major reservations.
On another note, the day that I thought would go so slowly has actually gone quite fast. I was soooo tired when I got here this morning but now this morning seems only like a faint memory. Soon it will be time to go home, fix dinner (leftover baked chicken) and knit. I have two pairs of slippers to do that I had not planned on (Mother's and Nanna's) and my sister wants a pair in addition to the socks. Yeah. Right. At least I have laid in a good supply of books on tape. I have been spending an awful lot of time alone in the study knitting and listening, listening and knitting. (And I quite enjoy it!)
I also have to figure out how to decorate for the holidays. Our tree is at the house, of course, which means I can'ttake it to our place and leave Pop tree-less. We also have to be able to figure out a way that, once I get it up and decorated, Dad can reach to turn the lights on and off. I need to really think on this one; maybe Keith can come up with something ingenious. He usually does. Last year, we just did the lighting and unlighting ourselves but this year that will not work! (I do not want to have to go over to the house morning and late evening [he will want to leave them on until he goes to bed, and that can really be late] every day.)
Maybe I will just concentrate on the house and get a nice wreath and some lights for our place. Seems kind of a waste to decorate anyway when we won't be there (all will gather at the house for Pop - we will even sleep there and I will cook there for convenience).
And on the subject of Holiday planning: I think I am going to make cookie trays as gifts to neighbors and, well, you know - the "fringe" acquaintances. (Those folks that you like and careabout, but an actual gift doesn't seem appropriate!) I plan on the fruitcake cookies (Dad is the only one who LOVES these), rum balls, pecan sandies, chocolate creams and the cherry fudge rounds, and of course - the decorated sugar cookies! I also want to do some gingerbread men this year. And I thought for convenience I would try some bar cookies that could be baked in a pan and then could be just cut up. This selection, with some peanut brittle and fudge (I am really nervous about the peanut brittle) should round out the little plate-gifts.
I have now successfully cheered myself up thinking about all the fun "stuff" (I love to bake) ahead. The warm smells and sights, the sounds and the lights! Yippee. I don't mind about all the crafting ahead after all. I think this is going to be worth it. And if the weather persists in the pattern it has adopted lately, maybe our armadillos will be coated in snow :).
For now ---- I'm offffffffffffffffffffffffff.
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