Revisiting the Cube

I’ve been quiet lately. It’s not that stuff doesn’t happen to me. It’s just that when I work super-late every night, I don’t have the energy to write.

Hopefully I’ve seen the back side of the current project. Hopefully they won’t come back and say change the A-to-Z order to a Z-to-A order, or something equally random and maddening.

I’ve been visiting my old cube lately. It still has a nice Roseville office-park view featuring some grass and some baby trees. From it I can see the smokers on the patio connected to the other building. It’s a strange feeling to be staring out the same window I used to stare out every day back when I had a “real” job. This week I was wishing the same old things: That I could be at home with my man instead.

Anyway, the whole thing is just way too familiar. Some of the faces are new. That’s cool. But the bologne is still the same old bologne.

A few nights ago, we had a little get-together here for a friend’s birthday. I hope he had fun. I know I certainly did. It was wonderful to see my friends in person and in a relaxed and easy kind of atmosphere. I really like being with my peeps.

2 Responses to “Revisiting the Cube”

  • pirategrrl
    December 7, 2005 at 11:31 pm

    He had a good birthday, he told me so. I had fun too. Thanks for having us over!


  • dizzyburner
    December 8, 2005 at 1:10 am

    I love the way you say baloney. It’s so sexy and european.


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