I have had the pleasure of corresponding with some lovely people through this journal, including other on-line journalers.

I get all stupidly happy when one of them links to my site or a particular entry. I just love it. It makes my heart smile. I'm dorky that way.

I was recently poking around Bob's site and discovered that the link he has for me, was incorrect. Instead of pointing to my page, it sent the reader to another journal.

Now, don't get me wrong, Doug's journal is good, but... well... I thought that a link to my page oughta go to my page. So... I screwed up my courage and sent Bob an email, letting him know about the mis-link. I wasn't sure how to tell him so...

His reply made me laugh out loud, and I asked Bob if I could use it here. He said yes and then, for some unknown reason became nervous that the link I might add for him on my page would take readers somewhere else.

Bob, relax. I'm sure I have all these links just the way they should be.

Spiders, ladybugs, and flies.

Attractive way to start an entry, isn't it? I have your attention, don't I? Don't worry, you'll lose interest pretty quickly in a moment.

I have a lovely, wonderful office. Have I mentioned that? Some of you have seen it first-hand. Isn't it awesome? I'm not sure what I did to deserve this fabulous workspace I refer to as my "apartment," but I'm completely grateful to the Powers that Be for putting me here. (The Powers That Be would be God and my boss "Da Boss.")

My office is shaped like a diamond with an long entrance at one of the corners. I face the entrance. The walls on both my right and left sides have windows. My boss's door (with a narrow floor to ceiling window) is about 5 feet away from me. If I lean back in my chair he can't see me from his desk.

I have a printer, a scanner, a refrigerator, a closet and my own thermostat. When the boss is out, I could even use his bathroom. Not that I would... but it's an option.

Da Boss and I moved to this end of the building about 18 months ago, after some minor reconstruction. The last screw was being put into my workstation as I hauled the last of my boxes from my old workspace. I settled in immediately, even before Da Boss did.

The first thing I noticed was that the morning sun can be blinding! I only close my blinds when I absolutely have to, though. I love the sunshine, but it makes it difficult to read what is on my monitor sometimes.

After a few days (ok, weeks maybe) I truly tried to make a concerted effort to hide the absolutely huge grin on my face. I am completely pleased with my office, but when you walk around entirely happy about your fabulous new office with the wonderful windows all the time, other people get irritated and jealous.

The second thing I noticed was the spiders. I am not a big fan of spiders. Not. At. All. Yes, I know they're good because they kill bugs, yadda, yadda, yadda. I still don't like them. I don't like them especially when I'm working away at my desk (it could happen!) and suddenly I see this little black and yellow jumpy pest hopping towards my arm. They're pretty quick, those jumpy spiders. For a while I was killing (er, trapping (in a wad of kleenex) and releasing (into the garbage can)) one or two a day, up until a few months ago.

(Ewww. I'm starting to get itchy just thinking about it. The things I won't do for you.)

Last summer, it was the great ladybug invasion. I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly the ladybug population in the midwest exploded. They were everywhere. I could look out my fabulous office windows and see ladybugs all over the outside of the building. They flew around uninhibited inside the building and congregated in corners and on window sills. They cavorted in the window blinds. They were everywhere.

This summer it hasn't been so bad, but their presence is still felt. I see the occasional ladybug carcass, and hear them banging around in the blinds behind me. I'm not as willing to kill them...unless they start hopping around on my desk while I'm working. They do, however become annoying if I'm trying to concentrate on something, or if I don't have one of the 5 CD's I'm constantly listening to playing. I have been known to raise the blinds quickly on the little buggers.

There is however, one pestie that bugs me far more than the others. The fly. I'm convinced there is only one. He lives in the flourescent light fixture above my head. He has been there for days. Every day. All day. He's there. He bounces around for a little while and then stops for a little while and then buzzes around again. He bats himself around the silver divider dealies, looking for a way to escape. You'd think he'd kill himself with all the racket he's making up there. Yesterday I was seconds away from calling our maintenance dude to come up here and open up the damn light and set that sucker free before I through a book at it.

If only the fly just gave up and fell, he'd be free from the light. AND I could squash him with my shoe. Then we'd both be free. Wait... it's stopped. *listening* *listening* Phew. I think he's gone. It's been thirty seconds and I haven't heard anything.

Oh, thank goodness. No more having to turn my CD up louder, no more looking up at the light to see if I can see the damn fly (not that I could do anything about it anyway). No more pretending it doesn't bother me. Ahhhhh.

(buzz, buzz, buzz)

D'oh! He's back! Damn. He was quiet because he was apparently finding a new home. Now he's in the flourescent light by the window. How nice. He has a view.

Just like me.

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