I touched a spider yesterday. And killed at least 6 others. There may have also been a weird black flying cricket that got caught in the crossfire. And my clothes had enough cobwebs for me to continually checking my body for creeping little buggers. If you’re wondering, yes, I did do the heebie-jeebie dance more than once. A few shudders. A few squeals.
What’s with the bugs?
It’s so kind of you to ask! We are reconfiguring our little office at work. And when you start pulling out things in a tropical climate that have been in storage at least 3 years—more likely 7 or 8 years—buggers are bound to flood out. Think Indiana Jones when the girl has to put her hand in the hole to pull the lever to stop the spikes from killing Indie and the kid. It was exactly that bad.
There are rumors our office is haunted nightly by cockroaches the size of your fist.
Blink.
Until yesterday, this first little cubicle as you walk into the office was my second home. Are you looking at the mess? Please don’t. It’s not my fault, I’ve just been busy. It’s been a good little cubicle for me these past almost 3 years. I’ve put up a few pictures. Killed a few plants. Completed countless bouts of travel paperwork. I’ve made a name for myself in this little cubicle.
We are an office full of cubicles. Rows and rows of cubicles. And I secretly really like the cubicle structure. It’s a semblance of privacy with the benefit of instant communication with coworkers across the room. We keep tabs on people and mind our own business at the same time. It’s our own little cubicle community. A sometimes lively community.
But you know what cubicles are not good for? Libraries. Because libraries need open space. So today we’re fixing that problem. Because that’s what we do here at the office. Fix problems. See those cubicles? We’re knocking two of them out and reconstructing them in the back of the office. But it will give us just enough room to house our Resource Center.
The Resource Center I’ve been working on for just over a year now.
Did you hear that? It’s finally coming together. We’ve been trying to reconfigure the office since August. We’ve gone slow. Careful. And we’re finally ready. Ready for the library. My library. We’ll have space for the shelves. Space for studying. A new office for the librarian (ie. me).
Insert jumping and flailing and obnoxious smiling here.
You see, I’m pretty excited. Until now, organization has been a problem. Mostly due to a lack of space. The Resource Center pretty much looks like this:
Shelves of wonderful materials that are begging for a better home than the back of our office. And in just a few short hours, I’ll get to give it to them.
Organization. Sweet music to my ears.
And that’s why I was willing to face those little buggers head on. We came prepared, tennis shoes, vacuum cleaners, and antibacterial hand soap. Every cabinet, every drawer, every shelf was packed up, boxed up, and moved out. No corner was left untouched.
And now? We wait. We patiently wait while the contracted labor fulfills this pursuit for library excellence. As of today, I have a library to call my own.
Why yes, thank you for asking. I will be showing you a follow up of the reconfiguration when it’s finished. How could I not show you the library after all this?
Were those squeals or Viking battle cries?
Um. Battle cries. Definitely. From a distance.
I recognize some of the assessments on your shelves. Too bad you’re so far away or I’d come check some of them out.