Day Two: I’ve rearranged my desk and it is simply not optimal, but better than yesterday. Who cares about carpal tunnel! Who cares abotu stronger eye scrips and headaches! To hell with ergonomics!
Anyway, I’ve moved my gigantic monitor into the corner (somebody puts baby in the corner, anyway) so that it could be as far away from my face as possible (remember how big, how damned big the backs used to be? Some of you kiddies don’t even know anything but flat screens. Bless your hearts) and leave room, still, to type. This key board is weird as well (remember, no delete key, so I must backspace over everything) and now even weirder because it is being held up by the corner, read: the keyboard is making a bridge over the edge, so that the center of the keyboard is actually being supported by nothing, and my arms are resting on either side of the desk corner. It’s 9:23 and I am already hungry.
First assignment: look up an as yet unheard of foundation. Results: failure to locate any new information on said foundation. Oh well. Come to find out I did not test the google engine enough: I placed a space where there was not supposed to be one…alas, there was a LOT on that foundation. My job is to do research. I have learned something: attempt things in the search bar that look wrong to me. I may strike oil.
Anyway, I’ve started doing something a little more fun: looking up where I can apply for poetry and fiction residencies. It’s old times for me here in this cube of all cubes. Be careful what you wish for, because you might get it. For my last job, I wanted to work downtown and be important. For this job I wanted to hide, and for things to be like “old times,” meaning, go to work, leave work, make the $$. Each comes with consequences. Door #1: stress. Buckets and buckets of it that are on plates to catch what stress spills over. The latter: not so much. At five sharp yesterday, this place was ghostybodies. Two years ago, that’s what I needed. Topday, this is what I need. You get what you ask for. Never as you think you will, but always what you need.
Funny thing is, I feel neither here nor there about this place, and had a really nice night with L when I got home. Time now for 10 o’clock tea. And nobody is going to stop me. Why? Cause I had Trader O’s with banana this morning. And for lunch? TJ’s burritos.
PS: Doctor Shivago just got good on page 49: an older man is having an affair with a younger woman who, because of this, has learned her value is in seduction. She is, obviously our heroes soon-to-be love interest. I can’t wait!
