The Office

So, I'm sitting in 2208 here in the Talmage. It's kindof my office. Kindof.

Really, it's the CSL lab. Where I kindof work. Kindof.

And I was just thinking how much I enjoy being here. In a kindof sick introverted sort of way. I'm set up on my MacBook Pro, with another big additional monitor to my side showing the latest results of my search for housing in Berlin. I scavenged some speakers from the PhD student who used to sit at this desk, and "I'll be Here Awhile" by 311 is blasting at a comfortable level that drowns out the fans from the other computers in the room. (Side note: I just scored tickets to the 311 show in June from my roommate for 12 bucks.. I'm stoked)

My cell phone just vibrated, letting me know that I just got a voicemail. Depending on the weather, the lab offers me a sort of seclusion from the real world. I usually get texts and voicemail notifications when the wind blows he cell signal through the walls, so I can listen to the voicemails and choose whether to respond or not. Same with texts. And if I am ever confronted about never being there, I can just say "I was in my office".

There's also food in here: PB&J sandwiches, and the rest of some funky peach pop I bought for the movie we watched in spanish class last week. And there's a funky set of silverware with wooden handles from China that my dad got from a graduate student sometime in the past. These are utensils used to spread PB&J. The only bad thing is that the brother used the knife to do some PB&Jing, and stuck it in a napkin after he was done... to keep airborne germs and dust from landing on it? So now the knife has stale peanut butter and jam with little bits of green napkin stuck on it.. The little turd:)

Luckily, there's a bathroom right across the hall that does a pretty good job at removing food from utensils. And I'm hungry. And content. In the office.