Someone walked into my office the other day and commented about it being where the magic happens (hence the title). I’m not so sure about magic but it is where I seem to spend alot of time. Especially this time of year as we started classes on Monday which seems a week too early to me but hey, they don’t ask me when they set the college calendar.
Why do I have some of the things in my office that I do you ask? You did ask didn’t you? Either you did or I’m hearing voices again. :( Dang those voices anyway!
Why do I have a sweater on the back of my chair, a fan on my desk and a heater under my desk? There go those voices asking questions again. The heater is almost always on in the winter as my office gets really cold in the winter time. There is an outside door not far away and I get a nasty draft every time it’s opened and closed. In the summer, it ranges from hot and sticky to freezing cold so sometimes the heater is on in the summer as well. Usually right after I turn the fan off. Our building seems to have trouble keeping the heating and cooling regulated. Then throw in a personal hot flash or two and I’m temperature challenged to say the least.
I also have my very own personal refrigerator. We have a community refrigerator in our building lounge but I’ve had food come up missing more than once. If it’s not tied down it’s gone. So I bought my own frig and put it under my desk, darn it! but, keep that on the QT as we’re not really supposed to do that.
I also believe in personalizing my space, hence the family pictures and the flame panel and motorcycle tank(both gifts from auto body son).
See that basket at the forefront of the picture. Take a good look at it as it’s as empty as it’s been in the last few weeks. I’m convinced when I come in Monday though that the papers will have had paper sex over the weekend and multiplied.
The picture below is one of the best parts of my job. See that other desk? That belongs to my very own student worker who I get to
boss around have assist me. She’s only with me 10-15 hours a week but that's a lot of hours of grunt meaningful work I can throw place gently in her capable hands. In all honesty, over the past twelve years I’ve been blessed with some very nice young ladies who we’re able to coerce into are willing to do just about anything we ask them to do from basic office tasks to cleaning the kitchen or even painting.
I’ve really have it pretty good here. I work in a relaxed atmosphere with great people, get Fridays off in the summer, have a wonderful boss, am afforded a great deal of schedule flexibility and can manage my office and the division how I see fit for the most part.
Then tell me this…why am I feeling so restless and like I need a change? Is it just too long in the same spot? Is there not enough challenge anymore? Am I frustrated with life in general? is it a mid-life crisis? or is it God putting a stirring in my heart to shift things in a different direction? I’ve been sorting through this for some time now and I still don’t get it. When and if I ever figure it all out…y’all will be some of the first to know. :)