||[Jan. 20th, 2004|04:23 pm]
|||||Chicago soundtrack (Yes, AGAIN)||]|
When I wax rhapsodic about my office at work, you must remember that this is merely in comparison with what I affectionately referred to as "the slot" in which I was last ensconced. This office has all kinds of amenities that were lacking in The Slot. Like, walls. And enough room to turn around. And a door. And some file space.
In reality, my new office space is a rather shabby little room - a former storage closet with poor lighting and in bad need of a paint job, furnished with a sort of broken-down desk and two very beat up vertical files. My chair sucks - it doesn't even adjust. But, hey, at least I've got a job.
I'm mentioning this today because I was assigned a real estate project, marking easements on very large plat maps. I have a completed one to work from and have to make two more.
Basically, I'm coloring.
In order to accomplish this task, I have to spread out the map to be colored and the model. This is when hilarity ensued. One of them completely covers my desk, with my office supplies, monitor and phone all cowering in the corner. I tried overlaying and moving the model map, but that wasn't gonna work because it kept tangling with the map beneath and then dragging it off the desk in a sort of lover's pact of paper suicide. After a few attempts I was reduced to complete giggles at the absurdity of the task.
But remember, I now have walls. Enough tape and some blank wall, and you can accomplish anything.
Now the only hilarity is me sight of me lurched across the desk, squinting to see just which of the many lines this color is aligned with. It reminds me a bit of those posters I colored as a kid, though no strange, alien animals on this one.
And I know I would get no points for creativity.