I looooooooove my office...

Have I said it enough yet? I effing heart it. I'm sure at some point it will become mundane, but for right now:

I love breezing into my office in the morning.

I love tossing my newspaper down on the corner of my wrap-around cherry-finished desk.

I love being able to slip my nano into my super sweet Altec Lansing portable ipod player hooked up to my also-super sweet Altec Lansing speakers so I can continue listening to the same awesome song I was dancing to when I was riding the elevator alone up to the 12th floor.

I love closing my door and my blinds so I can then continue to dance to this awesome song, including such awesome moves as, the lawn-sprinkler, the hula hoop, the screaming air guitar and my personal fave, Mick Jagger's pursed-lip, chicken-wing headbobbing "start me up" strut (if you're anywhere within spitting distance of age 40, I know you know what move I'm talkin about here...)

I love plopping my butt into my black leather chair.

I love having the electronic acreage my dualies (dual monitors) give me so that I can spread out all the shit I’m working on and be one hot mess of a disorganized human being.

Ok…a couple things I no likey so much...

People that come in and ask me questions that are clearly geared towards the knowledge base of the executive who previously occupied my office…as if somehow my ass sitting in this chair magically transformed me into some sorta IT and systems guru…

That sh*thole ghetto Doubletree Hotel that slightly mars a perfectly good view of Mt. Hood (that is when Oregon's oppressive cloud cover doesn't obliterate it entirely).

Oh look at that, time to go home now...until i see you tomorrow you deliciously awesome office!