Office Depot

Posted on by lindsay
In case you were not aware, I started a new job this past Monday. It's pretty exciting, especially because I've been given a real office with real windows and a real door. My employer has not yet realized that my level of qualification hardly warrants a desk with four legs, let alone a private room of my very own. When I first saw my office, I was delighted by the idea of privacy and personal space. I thought surely it would be an entirely different experience from my previous life in Cubicleville, one filled with leisurely personal phone calls, endless naps on my desk, and constant urges to reconfigure my corporate feng shui. It did not occur to me that my office comes with a door that, when ajar, allows people to see me. (And there went my order for a waterbed.) In the past four days, I have been ...continue reading.

Oh, gross.

Posted on by lindsay
I called my father tonight to discuss a few things, including a number of job openings I am interested in at a former company of his and his offer to help deliver my old bed from his house to my house. As the conversation was coming to a close, I mentioned something that I wanted his help on, to which he replied, "We can talk about it when we get together on the bed."Long pause."Uh, that sounded sort of wrong," he said, laughing a bit."I know what you meant," I replied quickly. "We can discuss the different positions then as well."Long pause."I think this conversation is taking a turn for the worse."

Animal Control

Posted on by lindsay
After meeting my father for lunch today, I returned home to find a large, yellow pickup truck labeled "Critter Control" parked in my usual spot. I could see the owner of the truck climbing up a large ladder to the roof of the end-unit townhouse at the opposite end of my building. The owner was standing on her front stairs watching the man. Figuring that she had the same problem with animals in the attic, I ventured over to strike up a conversation.Turns out she's got squirrels in her attic that have chewed through her wires, creating a fire hazard. I told the man from Critter Control that I too had friends living in my attic, friends that run around at night and chew holes in the walls of the attic. He then walked with me down to my end of the building and stood in the driveway to survey ...continue reading.