You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

In my new role as business owner, I’m managing my actions differently. For example, I have to account for my own invoicing and payroll taxes. Money coming in, money going out. It’s wonderful. However, I didn’t realize the extent to which I’d be adapting to new situations.

As a part of my contract, my client must provide a desk, telephone, and computer. Since I’ve been at this client before, I had a set expectation of what my desk situation would be. Possibly bunched up with others, maybe even sharing a cubicle with someone. A little certainty in running a business is nice. Hahahahahahahahaha.

Instead, I was put in a different building, a long walk from my co-workers. Here’s the view from my desk, in order – on my left, in front, on my right, and behind:

I like columns.

It's very airy.

There are also a few tiny “houses” around, such as this:

This is a conference room.

As you may have guessed, I’m in an atrium. This is not an accident of space. I’m on the second floor, with no view into the first floor. This wonderful design pleased me greatly, until I sneezed the first time. The sound echoed around the atrium so that everyone on the second floor knew I’d sneezed. When I dropped my pen on the desk, same thing. So a little adjustment was necessary.

My normal speaking voice “carries well”. Fine, I’ll admit it… on the occasions when I talk, I’m loud. But I didn’t know realizes that I’d have to adjust to avoid a nice case of skin cancer. Take a look at my cubicle at lunch time:

That's the floor, with my desk and the trash can shadowed by the sun.

Imagine what that does to my forehead. And what is the source of this? Take a look:

The black hole sucks out my productivity from 11:30 until 2:45.

I should be an architect. Without a degree in architecture, I could’ve designed this building with more intelligence. It’s not easy being superior.

3 thoughts on “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”

  1. Architects are not engineers – they are artists. So, they construct their art, more often than not, without an eye for its function. Shall I send you a somberero? I think you would look quite fetching in it!

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