This week has been crazy, so I forgot to post about my new office up on Nine, which is bad-ass. Much like WKRP’s Les Nessman, I have always longed for an office of my own, something with four walls and a door and maybe a window. My wish has been granted. I have arrived. I have an office.
It’s not huge, but it’s mine. I spend the entire day settling in and finding the perfect spot for my rocket ship lamp. It’s got the standard desk and various accoutrements one finds in a modern office, plus a full-length window that looks out over The Bay. I can watch the big cargo ships coming into the harbor and seagulls wheeling about in the sky and the early fall sunsets - all from my office. My office.
I have to check myself and remember that I may have gotten this gig because the supervillains who run the QuantumWorks project want to eliminate me or turn me to the Dark Side or some shit. (see post Situation: Uncool, 11/30/04) Still, having an office is cool.