photo by me

I have an office at work. I know. I’m fortunate. There are millions and millions of people out there forced to work in the cubicle culture and I have an office.

It doesn’t have any windows. In fact, it’s an internal office.

But it’s an office. And I love it. It’s cozy and comfortable. All of my furniture is made of wood, which I love. I have waited patiently until the right wood desk came available and I pounced on it. I searched for a few months for the right wood bookcase and it finally showed up in campus surplus.

I don’t use the overhead flourescents to light my office. I have two 60w lamps that are also wood (and match, coincidentally) to light up my office in a soft, warm glow.

Soon, I will have an aquarium converted into a terrarium to bring some green into my office.

I have some of my photographs on the wall.

I have a big white board with a drawing from Willow and a note from a former student worker on it (along with lists for work).

I love my office.

There is only one problem. The custodian ignores my office.

I come in daily and my garbage is full. It wasn’t emptied the night before. Other people will have theirs emptied but he doesn’t come into my office.

I’ve seen him. He has talked to me. In fact, he told me that he loves coming in to my office because he likes my photography.

But he doesn’t empty my garbage.

What the…??? It’s so odd.

I’ve found a way around by emptying it myself into a larger, more central trash bin. But still…

I’m not sure what is going on but it is the most odd thing.

Maybe I need to put up some new photography. Maybe he got bored.

Hmmm…