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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Saddest Cubicle in America

Whenever I begin to complain about sharing my office with two other perfectly nice people,

or dread it when they have loud meetings on the other side of my cubewall and drown out the loud volume on my ipod, or

sigh over my "view," that of communal paper supplies and institutional files, or
whine about being frozen out by piped in Arctic air from airplane-jet loud vents, or
get skeeved out about cleaning up evidence of insect and rodent visitors to my desk ...

I'm thankful that I DON'T have to work in the saddest cubicle in America. That 'honor' was awarded to someone else. This poor guy's desk is "penned in by heavily used filing cabinets in a windowless conference room, near a poorly ventilated bathroom and a microwave. The overhead light doesn't work -- his mother-in-law was so saddened by his cube that she gave him a lamp -- and the other side of the wall is a parking garage. " See?

I'm grateful. Really. I'm very thankful that I'm gainfully employed in a stable organization.
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