Don't Mess With The System

I saw a moose last night.  A moose.  You don’t see that in Texas, you guys.  I’m in Alaska, in case you forgot.  Not like you could, because I mention it far too often.  I’m pretty excited about this moose sighting.  I walked by a moose and it didn’t attack me.  I’d say, just with that, I had a successful evening.

I also ran down a hill of sand followed by practically sliding down a chute of sand.  I’d like to say things like that happen often, but they don’t.  I guess they could happen often.

Shawn comes home tomorrow!  I’m probably far more excited than he is, but that’s what women do.  We get really excited about those things.  You leave us alone for a week, we get lonely.  I don’t like not having him to talk to, or bug me when I’m cooking, or bug me when I’m trying to take a nap. 

He bugs me.  I don’t mind.

I’m finishing up my first week at my new job at Capital Office.  Not too shabby but alas, it has been a boring week.  That tends to be the case when you’re new and sufficiently awkward.  I am at terms with the fact that I'm sufficiently awkward.  It’s a counted blessing.  I count my blessings – each and every one of them.

I’ve discovered many fabrics this week.  I’ve looked through many brochures of design.  I’ve stared into the fishbowl for a few hours.  (Not at a time, just over the span of a week.)  I’ve sent out mass emails to people I don’t know.  I’ve received emails from people I don’t know asking me for help.  Those emails should require people to then stand up from across the office and raise their hands just so I can acknowledge them and know who they are.  This is not a tactic used for humiliation purposes.

I’m liking this Alaska place.  I have a problem with the indoor temperatures, however.  It’s cold in my office.  It’s “cold” outside.  I can’t change the thermostat on either.  There’s no escaping this.  It is a temperature conundrum. 

I’m beginning to trust the bus system.  I only trust it because of its consistency.  The bus is always on time in the morning – 7:34.  The bus is always late in the evening – supposed to be 5:10, actually 5:20.  It’s the same people every day.  As soon as someone new gets on the bus, I’ll get paranoid.  Don’t mess with the system.

It’s 12:15 and I have no idea what I am supposed to do to fill the remaining four hours and 45 minutes of my work day.  I’ll go to lunch at one point.  One hour down.