NOT Coming Out of the Closet !!!
Well, I confess. At a time when it has become almost fashionable to come out of the closet, I’m going in.
Yes.
Literally.
They built a new area at work for our grant program. All the office and the lab areas are new and really beautiful.
BUT. . . somehow there isn’t going to be room for both an office for me and a storage closet.
Yes.
You got it!
I’m in the closet!
I spent the day moving boxes, furniture and organizing.
Send HUGS and SYMPATHY!!!
On a good note. I'm going to the Medieval Fair in Norman this weekend.
I hear there be Pirates!!! Knights!!! And bare chested Rogues!!!
*Click on the desk photo at the top of this post.
posted by Betty S at 3/30/2006 07:58:00 PM
6 Comments:
The fair is this weekend? I can't miss that! My whole weekend is full, too.
(((Betty)))
The fair sounds like it will be awesome though :)
I'd join you Heather. Is the closet big, Betty? hehe
I want a full report from this fair. Bare chested men you say? Hmmm...
If it's anything like the faire Mandy, Gena and I attended in Muskogee several years ago, be prepared to be disappointed by the manly pulchritude on display.
Betty, I'm wondering if there aren't any civil rights or self-help organizations that can help your transition out of this closet.
Then again, if nobody bothers you, and the space is comfortable it might work well for you. I imagine a lot of closets in OK are bigger than actual offices in NYC.
Dana, bare chested men? Is that all you women ever think about?
Have fun at the fair.
The closet is actually the size of a dinky office. As of Thursday, I could fit in a desk, 1 small file cabinate, and 1 small metal book case. My boss (whose office is now directly across the hall) looked in and said, "Where are your students going to set? There's not much room for a chair." No shit. Actually, it may give me an excuse to meet with students in the cafeteria on the 2nd floor of the student center. (The view is really good up there - and there's food.) Since I'm the sponsor of one of the campus student organizations, I frequently have to meet with the officers. There's no way there'll be room unless we all stand in the hall.
Our administrative secretary tried to tell the university administration during the planning stage that there wasn't enough room and no one would listen to her. (That's the problem with academia. Everyone thinks they know better than everyone else.) The tutors in the lab are actuallly worse off then me, in terms of space. So, I probably shouldn't complain too much.
I'm eager for the fair. Rinda, do you want to go with Ammanda and me? I don't have times yet. We could all just compare schedules and come up with something.
I hope you're wrong about the manly pulchritude, Kelli. That's half the fun.
Dell. Statistically, men think about sex way, WAY more than women do. But, women are still like men in that we "do" like to look. (C&A instead of T&A, I guess) At the end of the day of pleasurable viewing, however, I still go home to my sweet hubby and wouldn't trade him for any of them. In all fairness, just last night we went to Gopuram for Indian food. It was belly dancing night. He and our friend, Bill, got more than their share of looking. They were even selected to get up and dance with the women. They had a great time. And. . . at the end of the evening he came home with me, and wouldn't trade me for any of them.
Life is good.
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