You Can't Always Get What You Want
...which in this case was a week at the Outer Banks. The mini-vacation we planned was scuttled to some extent by needing to work last week to do turnover before moving into my new role on a new account. But we still made it out Friday night for the weekend (sans kayak - not enough time to make it worthwhile). We ate some righteous food at Black Pelican, Mama Kwan's and Full Moon Cafe (we'll have to hit Chilli Pepper's next time out), I got out and jumped around in some really fine waves Saturday while J hit the "tax-free weekend" sales at the outlets, and mostly just relaxed a bit with a promise that we'll go back out for a longer stay in a few weeks.Started the new gig today and moved into my office. Now, you have to understand that I've always either had a cubicle or I've worked from my home office (which is also my photo studio, storage space, etc.). I now have an office. I mean, a freaking office with four walls, 10' by 12' feet, one whole wall of windows overlooking the woods and a small lake beyond. It has a door, people!! Now I need to figure out what to put in it to make it mine (and stop the echo - this damn thing is huge!!).
I take that back - I did have my own office for a short period of time back in the mid-80's when I was working for Blue Bell (makers of Wrangler Jeans and Jantzen sportswear before being bought by VF) but that was also when I was trying to run a rock-and-roll club at the same time and frankly I spent way too much time with the door closed either calling Venture Booking trying to score an act I liked or napping out because I'd been up 'til 3am the night before. That was not a good thing and I'm quite a bit older and wiser now, with many fewer distractions. But I will still have to populate the office with UNC Tar Heel crap (my boss is a State fan), toys (yo-yos are a must) and other stuff to make it mine. But no posters of kittens dangling from a branch with "Hang In There" across the bottom - that will not happen.
