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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Yesterday afternoon at work I had a most unpleasant interaction. I was trying my hardest to print out something tabloid size on our color copier, which is WAY far from my desk. Unfortunately for me, I could not get it printed because of constant printer jams, so I was back and forth from my desk to the copier. Now my desk is located in a small U of 10 open cubes, 5 on each side. Two of the desks/cubes are unoccupied. When I returned to my desk at one point, there was a small gang of men (3) waiting in the middle of our U. Chairs were strewn to and fro. I quietly maneuvered my way through the chairs and went to my desk, trying to print out the document yet another time, when one of the men asked me, "Are you Jenny?" After I said yes, they said, "Are you ready to move now?" Here's where it got to be quite distressing. You see, this is the first I had ever heard of moving. Apparently they were charged with moving me to the other side of the U, two desks up. Then I asked who said I had to move, to which they replied that this woman said so. I guess it doesn't matter that I've never once spoken one sentence to this woman...apparently she has blanket authority. Since I hadn't been given any notice about moving and since it was already 3:15 or 3:30, I asked if they could either move me when I go home in one hour, or to move me the next morning. I figured that it was fair because I had been given no notice. Well, this put the gang in a bit of a confusion. They weren't prepared for me to say no. So, while they talked amongst themselves I decided that I could probably just shut everything off then and there and have them move me...not really that big of a deal. However, once I told them that they could just move me then and there, they were put into yet another state of confusion. They weren't prepared for me to change my mind. Eventually, they moved me. Now I sit in a different area, which is so-so. It feels much more open than my previous desk, but it's weird facing a different way.

Last night, after I went to a brief impromptu gathering at Gavin's to hang out with his family, I played Colander in tennis. The first set I might as well have not been trying. I mean, my serves were good but I could not hit a ball over the net for the life of me. The second set, however, I did fairly well. I'm not certain we finished the set, though. I think the final score might have been 5-3, which I was really proud of.

At tennis, I was talking with Colander about how much I love lunch. I'm not a fan of breakfast, really. And dinner is not that fun to me. But lunch! I just think it is SO fun to go out for lunch. I think partly it makes me feel so adult. Only adults make lunch dates. And, Colander pointed out another crucial factor about why lunch is so fun. It's an opportunity to feel that you're doing something wild and crazy because you're not where you're supposed to be (ie, work).

After tennis, I went home and worked on the finishing details of the painting, while also questioning whether the little Chinese girls in gymnastics were really all 16. You can see a blurry picture of that here. If it is all ok with Glenmary, I'll go to have it scanned professionally...sometime. Their hours don't exactly work for me, but they do a good job, so I'll figure out how to work it in.

Last night ended with me being fairly scared early in the morning. I awoke from sleep at about 4:30 a.m. because I heard this wheezing. I woke up and I realized that it was my dad, so I rushed in to his room and by that time he was ok, but he said he couldn't breath. So scary for me, but probably even scarier for him.

- Jenny, 8/13/2008 08:16:00 AM

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