Quest for Life: Day 1
"But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine."
—Antonine de Exupéry
The Little Prince
Well, I'll be damned—I liked it. People were nice to me. They bought me flowers—gorgeous tulips that bloomed before my eyes—and the Managing Director took me out for a bravo lunch. We did it royal: I had Pan-Roasted Pork Tenderloin with Satsuma Sweet Potato & Apple Puree, Asparagus, Baby Carrots, and Wild Huckleberry Sauce.
I have an office. It's a cubicle office, but it's an office. My last office was the restroom, and I had to share it. This one is mine alone. It's a fishbowl cubicle office, but it's an office. With a door that shuts. I have a G4 imac desktop with those silly looking crystal orb speakers. I am told that I will learn to love my Apple; I am ready, polish in hand.
Better yet, I have a real door that I can close any time I want. Since it's a cube with windows I can look out, and they can see in—it's a fishbowl. I sit right across the hall from one of the Managing Partners. I can see him at his desk, and he can see me. I can catch a view of the bay through his window from my desk. As great a view as it is, it's even greater that I can close my door, just like he can close his, and he'll have to knock on my door just like I will knock on his.
Everyone has a Herman Miller Aeron chair except for me. I just have a regular old office chair. But I have a door. That closes. Not eveyone has that.
Despite the fact that it's a cubicle, it's amazing how much the door means to me. I haven't used it yet, but I can, and I will. I want to be a good (i.e. happy) worker bee. I mean it sincerely. I even prayed during my walk to work. Please oh please oh my pretty, let me learn the ways of contentedness.
Yes, I'm pleased to report that I would deem what happened today a success: personal humanity preserved (so far). Yeah! Regardless, who can blame me, cynic from birth, for keeping them fingers crossed, as if warding off vampires. I have not yet been tamed.