I love my kitty, Lindy. And I like my new job. I've been distinguishing myself around the halls of Adobe by making my workspace cozy, aka "pimpin' out da cube." There are green plants, a dishrack, flowers, and a palm tree. I like it. Next week, my air purifier arrives. Since there are a lot of design/interiors stores in the SoMa neighborhood, I'm also thinking of a small silk oriental rug.
The people are great. My fellow editorial manager David just won the commuter alternatives raffle, which I turned him onto. $25 in gifts certificates to the cafeteria and a $25 Amex cash card. He and I promised if either of us won, we'd split the prize. Or maybe I just promised that. We'll find out.
One of the designers, Kaschka, has two adorable daughters--and a birthday party this weekend that threatens to be ruined by the school headlice scare. Did you know? You can pay someone $95 an hour to physically remove headlice from your child's head, thereby avoiding harsh chemicals. Note: it takes quite a few hours to accomplish this.
Royce is in the cube behind me, singing to himself. He's bitchy, fun, and a tad overweight. Today I started feeding him. Half my Morning Bun (best thing on earth; Rainbow grocery bakery aisle), organic New Zealand blueberries, a carrot strip. He has superhero paraphernalia in his cube: oversized plastic hands that, when you smash them together, superhero style, give off a loud roar . He has the shoes, too, but had to deactivate them because someone wouldn't stop running around, putting passersby at risk.
I'm kicking ass at work, too. My manager rocks, we have lots of funding and a good rep, and I am onteh fast track to Getting Things Done. Alternately irking and placating people with way more power than me, and generally having a good time.
The fluffy gray kitty is at home, meowing loudly for my return, then meowing some more. She likes to be the center of attention. Cats are like people that way.
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