I took this shot as a representation of what it was supposed to be like at the office today. Before getting into that, I want to talk a bit about my little slice of space here at the gristmill. As you can see, I feel comfortable wearing jeans and Converse to work, which is awesome. You’ll note that the coffee mug holding my pens/pencils is from the Alley. In the background is a copy of the artwork used for two Albee plays that were produced…at the Alley. I do have PBS stuff up, but it’s all behind me. Watching over my shoulder as I type. There’s also a Fight stupidization. sticker, a flier for the show we did at DiverseWorks three (!) years ago and some photos taken in NYC and SF on vacations past. The little sign on the door says “Do Not Disturb // Please Knock,” which are two conflicting directives. And the lighting is subdued because I use lamps with bulbs rather than the overhead fluorescent light. Just setting the stage for where I do my lunchtime blogging.
As for the Converse, it may have been the purchase of these shoes that made me finally admit that I am, in fact, at least 80% hipster (of the LITT variety – long in the tooth). It was either these shoes or the green owl tee shirt. I think it was the shoes because the owl tee shirt was not purchased ironically. I like owls; I like green. So I bought a bright green tee shirt with an owl on it. I’ve worried in the past about wearing shit that’s inappropriate for my age. I no longer worry about that and just wear what I want. If the worst thing someone can say about me is, “Isn’t she a little old to be wearing a bright green owl tee shirt and Converse sneakers?,” I’m doing better than I think.
As for work, I took the photo above when I first got here this morning, knowing I’d be blogging at lunch about how quiet and uneventful the day was because there are just a handful of us present. Should have known that I was tempting fate as a bit of poo has hit the fan, and the few of us who are here are having to address the cleanup (though it is not, as far as the org chart goes, our problem). The first rule of any scary movie is that when it gets quiet, that’s when the bad stuff starts happening (not that I am comparing working here to a scary movie). Sometimes you eat the b’ar, and sometimes the b’ar, well, he eats you. The bear hasn’t eaten me today, but he did take a nibble out of my ass. That’s okay. Plenty to spare.
So my plans to play loud music in my office and skip down deserted halls hasn’t come to fruition and isn’t likely to. At least I had enough of a break to write this and eat lunch at my desk. Once I leave work today, I’m in final-prep-for-Christmas mode and won’t be blogging for a couple of days. See you on the flippity-flip.
I’ll leave you with this. [Enjoy with the sound up and the screen minimized unless you like watching random images that were probably gathered by googling "christmas" and then placed in no particular order to make a video - I couldn't find a version with just the audio.]