Today

I was introduced to my office. I have a fucking amazing office with a fucking amazing view of the Pearl Street Mall and courthouse. I share an administrative assistant, Sally, with a couple of other people who wear suits and permanent, professional smiles. They are all happy to meet me. We share Sally as if she were a bag of bagels. Sally, like most of the people on the floor has a small cluttered cubicle. In it she has stacks of files and a souvenir mug from her last vacation and family pictures in magnetic frames stuck to cabinets because there is no room on her desk. I will have portraits of my family in stylish frames and tropical plants and I will keep the blinds half-way up. This is how the other few offices like mine are arranged. I have a lot of desk. I have a lot of space. I have a fucking parking pass in downtown Boulder. I have a lot of nerve.