August 19th, 2008
|10:15 am - It's a good day to be alive, you know. . .|
I just realized that sometimes, when you say, "I don't mean to be pushy, but. . ." what you're really saying is, "Dude, tell me now. Like, yesterday." But you want to be polite about it, even though you know you don't have time to be polite.
I occasionally realize how lucky I am right now, to have this office with a big window, looking out toward Ohio Stadium. On days like today, where I can watch the sun slowly illuminate the buildings from West Campus to the stadium and down to Millikin Rd., it's just a beautiful thing.
This campus is often immersed in beauty and wonder, if you know where to look: I know I will have trouble leaving it when I finally do. I've been here for ten full years now, and I know the grounds intimately.
I configured my office in the manner I did in order to simply not change anything in the way my predecessor in this office had it: I just haven't had time to do anything like that. And so my back is to my usually-open door (I close it usually only when I need to make a call, am expecting a call, or it gets really loud in the hall), with my screens also facing the door. I'll tell ya, it keeps ya honest on company time. . .
It turns out, though, that I love the configuration, even if it does feel a bit exposed to the rest of my work-world. I am always glancing out the window, or standing in front of it while speaking on the phone, or watching a thunderstorm come in from the west.
Honestly, though I think about changing the configuration of my office often, I really like what I have in this place. Sure, there's a higher chance that someone will catch me checking out a webcomic in the early morning, or browsing LJ while a test installation of Matlab runs (guess what I'm doing right now), but since I don't actually spend more time doing those things than normal people do at work, I'm not too worried about it (I admit to being a bit comforted by the fact that everyone reads the news at work, or follows the Buckeyes, or takes cigarette breaks. . . My tiny bit of surfing isn't hurting).
I suppose this post is really just about being lucky, happy, and enjoying the later stages of sunrise even when your back is to the east. And killing time while software installs and I can't do much of anything else. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home", -JB
Errr, just the obnoxious woman who stalks you over e-mail here . I wanted to know what happened, did you receive my DP essays, or did you feel like you´re fed up with them, or is everybody just out chilling out at festivals?
I happen to have a very busy time and I actually want to mail the thing to Preceptor till the end of September; wondering whether I should post on the list, or the LJ community, the whole Internet seems just so vacant these days...
Well, the last week has been the run-up to Summerland and then the festival itself, so I haven't had a chance to respond. I have, however, read them (common with me: time to read, but not to respond), and I like them. There are minor language things in some of them, but in general, they're each very good.
I'll see if I can't respond soon to the little things.
Ok, thanks. I´ll be waiting. I´m working on the rest.