Red Pencil Diaries

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well, it’’s day two in my new cube. yesterday i discovered that in order to use my keyboard tray(which folds out from under my desktop), I had to lower my chair all the way down. one added bonus of doing this, though, is that now my cube’’s “half walls” come nearly to the top of my head. and although when i sit down, my legs are bent at funny angles b/c they are too long to have my chair at this height, i’‘m trying to keep things this way. i’‘d rather not have to look people in the face when i turn around.

you know George’’s cube at Happy Time on Dead Like Me? That’’s my cube. except i’‘m on the corner of a busy hallway, near the printer.

i also noticed that besides my one co-worker (who is only here two days per week b/c she telecommutes), i am the only female on this side of the building. to some, that might sound like fun. but so far, i’‘ve had to endure Monday morning quarterbacking, along with Tuesday morning quaterbacking. they don’‘t really talk to me much, either.

maybe i should start watching sports so we’‘ll have something to talk about.

or then again, maybe not…

You know the movie “Office Space” where every day that you see Peter Gibbons is on the worst day of his life? That’’s how I feel now.

So, on Friday, I’‘m being booted out of my lovely office with a door and moved across the street to our new office building where I will have a brand new “cubicle” with half walls. And even better, I’‘ll be sitting on the corner of the hall, directly across from our AVP’’s glass-walled office!

I guess I shouldn’‘t complain. I mean, I have had worse offices. But going from the actual four-walled office I have now to that will suck donkeys.

Not to mention, they’‘ve cut my workload down, so I actually don’‘t have much to do. So everyone will know that I’‘m bored and not working. I guess I’‘ll have to be more creative. As long as I’‘m typing, maybe they’‘ll think I’‘m working. Maybe I’‘ll start posting to my blog more.

Oh, and even better…. Our VP doesn’‘t want us to lose any “work time” in the move, so we’‘re supposed to take our personal items home on Friday and then come in to our new office on Sunday evening (or very early Monday morning if we can’‘t come in then) to unpack our stuff. Yeah. Right. A bunch of people who don’‘t want to lose their offices and who never asked to be put into cubicles are going to come in to work on their own day off to unpack a box of books and ink pens? I don’‘t think so.

And when we were on our tour of the new space today, I told the office manager and my boss how I really didn’‘t see how I could work well in the new space b/c there are two fluorescent light fixtures above my desk. Right now I sit in my office with the overhead lights off and only a table lamp on b/c the glare was giving me headaches. The new place is all windows and overhead lights. I’‘m thinking the glare will be unbearable.

I need a new job. Any suggestions?

Okay, my friend Tony sent me this link. And it cracked me up. Video games to play at the urinal! Wow. And it turns the hamster yellow if you get a direct hit. So what kind of games will us women get for our restrooms?

Here’’s my new tattoo. Cool, huh? It’’s still kind of scabbed over, but it will look much better once it has healed for a couple of weeks. I love the colors! Very glad I got it done.

This link leads to a quiz where you look at photos and have to decide whether you think it’’s a serial killer or programmer. It’’s more difficult than I thought. I only got a 6 out of 10!

I finally did it. I went out yesterday and got a tattoo. I wanted something to remember Willa by and I’‘ve always wanted to get a tattoo of a blue moon, so I ended up getting a blue crescent moon (symbolizes me) over a yellow/orange/red sun (symbolizes dave) and next to it, a pink star (for Willa). It’’s not a huge tattoo. I have it on my right thigh. It had it done at Tattoo Charlies on Preston. My artist’’s name was Lucky. I get to take the bandage off this afternoon. Can’‘t wait to see it again. (Oh, and it didn’‘t really hurt like I’‘d expected it to, so I’‘m sure I’‘ll end up getting another one soon.)

I’‘ll take pictures and post them in our gallery soon.

A member of the pregnancy loss board I belong to posted the link to this article. It totally explains how I feel and how many other women feel… just in case anyone is interested in reading it.

So today I was thinking of things that make me happy. Here’’s my short list (for today):

Dave’’s smile in the morning
Pebbles snoring
My red nail polish (Orly’’s 053 Crawford’’s Wine)
Nutella on toast
the sun shining through the moon roof on my car
the cool fall breeze

I’‘m doing better. Today makes it three weeks since we lost Willa. I’‘m sure every Wednesday for the rest of my life will be a reminder of that day. But right now, the pain is still a bit close.

A friend of mine at work was eating Nutella. So for lunch, I went out and bought a jar. It’’s funny, the jars still have a pic of Kobe Bryant on them. Made me laugh. I had a bit of Nutella on some pretzels. It was so yummy. Helped me feel better. My hormones are a bit of a wreck right now. Guess they will be for awhile.

I have a doctor’’s appointment tomorrow. I’‘m hoping things go well. I just need to get back on the horse and try again. And soon if I can.

Things at work suck. I don’‘t have much to do. I’‘ve been surfing around, window shopping. Reading magazines. Leaving early sometimes. I smell lay offs, but I’‘m not positive what’’s going on. I just want to know something, one way or another. It’’s the waiting that makes me crazy.