Blondie! Tuco! Angel Eyes!

I recently moved into the office of one of my co-workers.

The Good:

Privacy. My old location was situated in between the offices of two of the busiest and sought after people on our floor. Constant back and forth traffic and "Have you seen so-and-so? Do you know where they went? When was the last time you saw them?" inquiries are enough to make a girl want to push people out the window. My new local is in an office which is obscurely placed in a back corner and has very low traffic. Now people that bug me have to come seek me out, which cuts the bugging to actual legitimate request ratio by tons. Also, I dont have people walking behind me all the time, looking at my monitor, which I hate with every fiber of my being.

The Bad:

Temperature. For some reason, the new office is freezing at all times. This is better than the inferno of window heat I used to sit in, but I am pretty wimpy when it comes to being cold. As I type I have on a light jacket, a hoodie and gloves with the fingers cut off (for typing). Its 70 degrees and sunny outside. I hope this doesnt mean that my skirts will stay in my closet all summer, but I have a feeling that I couldnt handle the cold in them. This makes me sad.

No windows. I need natural light, its just a fact. However, I have noticed that its easier to stay focused on work when Im not constantly preoccupied with the beautiful weather outside and the thought of being out there in it.

The Ugly:

One of my bosses brought me beautiful irises which she cut from her garden as a thank you for being such a good sport about relocating (another department needed my old spot) and I found that I am allergic to them. Not like, full on allergic, but I had to take them off my desk and put them on top of a bookcase in the farthest corner of the office because I thought my face was going to explode.

In other news, my doctor told me yesterday that since I go to bed at about 10:00 or 10:30 I shouldnt eat anything after 6:00. This seems impossible to me. I get off work at 5:00, then walk to Mercedes to meet Pancho, we walk home together and usually dont even get home until 5:45 or so. That gives me 15 minutes to cook AND eat? Perhaps my doctor is trying to tell me that we should stop and have happy hour EVERY DAY on our way home. Also, Im sure that she forgot to mention that cookies are exempt from the 6:00 rule because everyone knows that cookies are to be eaten right before bed. Its science.