My New Desk

Last Monday I moved into my seventh cube since I started my job two and a half years ago. This means that I have only spent, on average, 4.57 months per desk. I was contemplating just keeping all of my stuff in boxes, in order to make it easier to move each time but that would be depressing. Anyway, I like to feel moved into my desks. I always have my drawer full of food, and my Bronwen pictures placed so that I can look at her smiling face all day. I have “my stapler” and “my tape dispenser” and I take those with me from desk to desk. I recently bought a lamp at target and it makes whatever desk I am sitting at much homier.

Part of my job right now is writing the six non-perishable department manuals and so I had to move a whole shopping cart (of course we have shopping carts in our office) of drafts of manuals that are in various stages of editing. So, instead of being able to use this move to pare down and reorganize, I have simply dumped my cart load onto half of the desk and have gotten down to work. I am pretty sure that my neighbor eyes my messy desk with suspicion. Am I going to be the neighbor whose desk always sports a moldy old cup of coffee with floating green, a shriveling and unidentifiable citrus fruit and a crumb strewn floor mat with matching crumby chair crunching all over the place? Yes, I am that neighbor. At least I am not falling asleep at my desk anymore; snoring all over the place and keeping everyone on constant alert to wake me up before the boss-man come around the corner. Well, at least not most of the time.

We are going on holiday

Today I was shocked to realize that Dan and I have not gone on holiday (yes, appreciate the Britishism) since our honeymoon last October. Maybe this is not that shocking as the average American gets only 13 days of vacation and very often only takes 10 of those days a year. But we are not average Americans, Dan certainly is not, and we like taking vacations, getting out of town, spending some money (make that credit) and relaxing a whole lot.

This weekend we are heading off to Los Gatos, California to see our good friends Kym and Jared and to hang out in their giant mansion. I cannot wait. We are going to sit at the beach, relax in the hot tub; yes they have a hot tub, and hike with the dogs. We are going to eat and drink and play stump and did I mention eat?

The next vacation could be as early as July, or as late as November so I am going to make this one count. Maybe we should move to Italy.

Shiitake Goes Down

We lost. I think the final score was 13-2. We scored our two runs in the 4th inning and never came back. I, however, was excited to make my first pop fly catch of the season. The kicker from the other team got up to kick, kicked the ball straight to me and I caught it! Hooray. Mr Cavin was there and will verify my story. I am not making this up!

There were other good catches and good kicks made by the Shiitake Kickers last night, but to no avail. We all had some beer and food after the game and scheduled a reunion cookout for June. I think we will play again next season (I think in the fall). I am looking forward to it. We had such a good time, my teammates are great people and it was a great way to meet new people who I work with but never really talk to that much.