I currently sit at my new desk. It is a symphony of particle board and wood laminate. It maintains its regal shape by a system of dowels, cams, and lusty screws that twist to the sultry dance of the allen wrench.
It is a wonder.
And it's in my living room. Have you seen my apartment? No? Well, it's bigger than the Beacon St. place, MUCH bigger than the hovel on Queensberry Street, but alas, there are no extra rooms yearning to become offices. Luckily, the living room is FREAKIN' HUGE! and my rather large Ode to Laminate fits nicely in one corner without disturbing the natural flow of life amongst my fellow apartment dwellers.
I'm pretty sure I'll feel a disturbance. I'm the one who works at home. From home. IN home. Hm. Can I do this? I already survived the big Benefit Gala Whooziwazzit last Monday evening. I dressed myself up and kept my heels on and shook hands with as many people as possible, gleaning pieces of their stories from my co-workers. I sipped champagne and passed up the refill, ate strawberries dipped first in white, then milk chocolate and decorated to look like they wore tuxes. I made sure everyone had a good time. If they didn't, I let them tell me why. I told approx. 620 women where to powder their collective noses.
And now, in stark contrast to my heels and gentlewomanly ways, I sit in my pj's and pipe information into a big database. Next I send letters all over. After that I get to learn the true meaning of my job, which is actually many many jobs rolled up into one that should take up 20-30 hours of my week.
I'm thinking I'll put a suit on every day for this week. Y'know, 'til it sinks in.
3 comments:
Did you have a good turnout for the GALA?
I never know to say "gal-la" or "gay-la." What is proper?
And you do have a huge living area! And a cat! Whoop whoop!
I like to go straight to Gah-la. Tres chic!
There was a very good turnout - bigger than any other event they've had. It's amazing how happy people can be when they feel they're being congratulated for their generosity... It's also amazing how much liquor they can throw back.
Got your postcard, you awesome lady! Thanks!
Sometimes I dress up when I'm working at home, just because hanging out in my scrubs makes me feel like a "pretend" person. And "pretend" people don't do any real "work"--instead they watch episode after episode of Buffy while trying to grade their students' papers...
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