Tuesday, October 30, 2012
This morning I remembered once again why I love my little office in the basement. It has no window, this is true. But I do have a door to the outside world just a few feet from my office. I can simply get up, open the door, adjust my eyes to the light, walk up the concrete stairs, breathe fresh air and see what the weather is like. Then turn around and walk back down the concrete stairs into the dungeon - - I mean basement.
But, yes, I did rejoice when the head honcho attorney asked if I'd like to move downstairs. Yea! I said. I can listen to my radio as loud as I want. I can turn the a/c on - - even in the winter if I wanted. The kitchen is in the basement - - and the fridge is always stocked with tons of pop (or soda, depending on where you live). But the best perk of the basement? - - I don't have to be around a certain person who works upstairs! And everytime I go upstairs (that's where the bathroom is, and that's where my boss is) and see this person, I silently thank the head honcho attorney for letting me work downstairs.
And everytime I see this certain person, I think - - maybe the aliens HAVE landed. Or at least one of them.