My reign as Girl Friday, Superheroine of Small Offices Everywhere, remains unchallenged.  I’ve been at this academic advising job for about a year and half.  I’ve been with the university for three years.  I’m pretty sure I’ll survive the budget cutbacks–my unit is already so small and there really is no fat to trim.  Apparently we might get rid of faculty phone lines this upcoming year!  That’s how thin we are!

Anyway, I hope to get back to a more regular posting schedule.  Trust me, I’ve got plenty of things to say when it comes to the crazy things I encounter at work and in life in general.  Also, I want to invigorate my blogging life so I’ve started a new project called LIFE ON THE CHEAP.  I’ll be posting over there about living life cheap and chic.

I hope everyone is enjoying a great start to 2009!

Girl Friday learned a lot about herself this month.

My dance teacher when I was little was right: Can’t is not a word.

I ended with 50,280 words and I had hours to spare. That’s a first. I’m usually pushing till the deadline. I guess this makes me responsible and mature…er, something like that. (Nanowrimo really is just a numbers game.)

I vow to pick up where I left off with my favorite things posts. I can’t believe I took on that project while I was in the middle of writing a novel. Silly me!

Girl Friday thanks you for your support!

Also, I just wanted to say thanks for your encouragement and support as I endeavor to do Nanowrimo. Right now I’m at 9,124 words, and that’s not including today’s work that I’m still trying to bust out.

In the midst of writing today I had to get some stuff out of my head, so without further ado, an office story just for you…

There is an office in the ladies room on the fourth floor. I wonder what kind of business goes on in there.

I assume that it’s the only office inside a bathroom, but I’ve never checked the other five floors of the building. I suppose there could be a whole slew of workers stashed away in bathroom offices.

I wonder what the architect and planners were thinking when they did this. Was it an after thought? Was it a mistake?

When people find out they’re going to be working in a bathroom do they hesitate taking the job?

For months I’ve passed this door and didn’t give it a second glance. I thought it was a storage closet. I never noticed that it was labeled with a number plate. I never noticed the vents on the door and I never saw any light coming from the cracks. Yet the other day I heard voices when I was in the bathroom. Not the voices of a woman in the other stall, but voices that were muffled. My first thought was of ghosts. Ghosts in the wall. Seriously. I thought ghosts haunting the bathroom like Moaning Myrtle was more likely than an office in a bathroom.

Now I wonder how that worker feels. I wonder if I’ve met her…I assume it’s a woman since her office is in the ladies restroom. I really hope so anyway. Does she feel sad that her office is in a bathroom? Even if her job keeps her out and about most of the day, how does she feel knowing her desk and her personal things are in an office inside a bathroom?

I can only wonder…

And lastly, this hippo is nicer than my cat.

That is all.