Title: It's a Dilbert world
Music du jour: Caedmon's Call, 40 Acres
It's Friday! Woo hoo! Okay, that was my excitement for the afternoon. It's actually slow today at work, much like yesterday. I am a happy girl. This means I won't be too terribly behind next week. Next week I'm working half days, since Cynthia is visiting. Did I mention Cynthia's visiting next week? I did? Oh good. I would hate to think I'd neglected to mention that. Anyway... I don't want to fall behind at work, nor do I want to use up ALL my vacation, since I'd like to go home for Christmas. Hence, half days.
I've just looked around my cube and noticed that I'm progressing towards a state of complete slackdom. I mean, I've got my monitors adjusted just so, my little wrist rest is just like I want it (minimizing my chances of getting carpal tunnel) and I have a shitload of pictures up on the fabric walls of my cube. Hell, I even have a six pack of Coke stashed under my desk. I am very close to never having to leave my computer, except for ice. You know, I had a mini-fridge in college... hmmm... What I really should do is pull a Jamie Zawinski and put camo netting over the top. Hey, if they're not going to give us full-height cube walls...
I think my manager might have something to say about that.
On the other hand, my toy collection continues to grow. The latest addition is a Marvin the Martian water bottle. I mean to say, it's not a regular round water bottle with a picture of Marvin on it and straw sticking out the top; it's actually a figurine of Marvin. With, erm, a straw sticking out the top. His head unscrews so you can pour drinkage into his little red belly. I found him at the grocery store a couple of weeks ago.
"Where's the ketchup?" Ian asked as he wandered in a somewhat desultory fashion through the frozen food section."I don't know... maybe down this aisle?" I pointed, then turned the corner to survey the rows upon rows of junk plastic.
"Bah, this is a bunch of plasticware."
"Yeah... Tupperware wanna-be's. Plastic utensils, plastic bowls, plastic cups, plastic... OOOOOOH!! MARVIN!!" I grabbed the bottle from the shelf and squealed in delight.
Ian looked at me rather strangely, then eyed the frowning Marvin bottle critically. "It doesn't look like it holds that much."
"So what, man! It's Marvin!" I gazed with rapt adoration upon Marvin's grumpy visage. "I'm getting this! I can put it on my desk at work!"
Ian rolled his eyes, undoubtedly questioning his wife's sanity, and trundled down the aisle with his cart, shaking his head and mumbling.
I really must do something about the lack of cube walls in this place. It's disconcerting to look ten degrees to the left and stare straight at my cubemate's nose hairs. I'm considering getting a white board and finding some way to put the thing on top of my north cube wall and then turning my desk around so my back is to it. As it is, anyone can walk up behind me and snoop on anything I'm working on, and I'd never know, especially when I have my headphones on. If I have a whiteboard up there, nobody can sneak up behind me AND I'll have some way to keep up with all my tickets other than the snowfall of Post-It notes currently gracing my desk. Yes, I think so. I have a purpose now. A mission. I will have a whiteboard! Yes!
Man, I am DEFINITELY ready for the weekend.
-- marcie.