I don't permit myself to blog about work, so please consider this a post about architecture.

Our office just relocated, and we were without network connectivity for THREE WHOLE DAYS. And then we were without phones for FOUR WHOLE DAYS. Not having phones was actually wonderful, but the network thing? Holy google I almost gouged my eyes out (™SG). It is amazing how much we rely upon having email and internet at work! (Not to mention all the actual work-related things that we need email and internet for.) We all thought we would be really productive while the network was down by packing our offices. So we did that the first day, and then we really couldn't do any work because everything was packed away in boxes. Fortunately somebody thought up this super-cool game called Try To Throw This Empty Box Onto Those Stacked Ones. And I'm not being facetious when I say "super-cool" - we were desperate for entertainment, okay? We got ten points if we landed the empty box on the high stack, and five points for the low stack. Two of my male co-workers and I played while everybody else just watched. (Girls who won't throw boxes with boys annoy me.) I never mastered the high stack, but I nailed the low stack enough times to come in 2nd. It was a fucking blast.

Now we're settled in, and I am digging my new digs. For one thing, we're downtown now. Every morning as I walk down the street from the parking deck to our office, I like to pretend I'm in New York City. There's trash sitting out on the sidewalk, construction across the street, and lots of little random shops with the "Sorry We're Closed" signs hanging in the doors. As long as I don't look up at the absence of skyscrapers, I'm able to convince myself that I'm in New York, my favorite place in the world. Granted, I have a bit of an overactive imagination.

Plus, our particular downtown location is practically within sight of the local ice cream shop. Seriously, if that damn Catholic church weren't in the way, I could see the flavor of the week without getting off my ass. And speaking of my ass, this close proximity to ice cream is definitely an occupational hazard.

In my last office, I didn't have a window. In my new office, I have five of them, all in a row. Here's the view when I'm facing forward:

And when I turn to the right, here is what I see:

You see the open window on the right? Yeah, some big, pasty, hairy-chested man lives there. I know because he likes to sit shirtless at his window with his arm dangling out. Eeew. No one wants to see that! (Yeah yeah, I know. I'll try to get some photos for you people...)

When my boss came into my office the other day, she found me standing at one of the windows, face pressed to the glass. "Now that you've got a window, is this what you're going to do all day?"

"Probably, yeah."

She came over to join me and then shrieked, "EEW! There's a big pasty hairy-chested man!"

"Yeah, that's Merv. Try not to stare."

Not only do I have windows, but I'm on the fourth floor, which means I get to ride an elevator every day up to my office. Why does that make me feel so professional? I also like the 4th floor because I enjoy looking down on people. Heh. Seriously, though, there's something very Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood about looking down at the street and seeing the people walking around and the cars driving by.

Ooops, gotta run. I think Merv is about to make an appearance.