Tomorrow’s going to be awkward.
So I never got around to figuring out who Whatshisname’s executive assistant is. As a result, not only do I not know where our Seattle office is, but even if I did, I wouldn’t have a desk. This just means I’m working from home. Oh well.
But home is an empty shell of an apartment and my landline and Internet access aren’t being hooked up until Tuesday, and who knows when the hardware will arrive, so the plan was to go to Starbucks downstairs where I have Wifi and can connect to the corporate network, but you can’t reasonably take a call from a Starbucks, because it’s too loud, or from the library, because it’s too quiet. So I’ll have to come upstairs to facilitate the calls, and do so without network access, which means they’ll have to just follow along instead of sharing my screen. Also, my cell phone’s battery has a lifespan of 30 minutes, so I’ll have to remain tethered to the wall if I have any chance of its surviving both calls. So that’s going to be awful.
But today I went through my morning ritual in my new nest, and listened to the quiet of drizzle and later saw LARPers LARPing and ate the most delicious sandwich and watched the headlights come on at 4PM and decided that this would maybe be okay for a while. I guess there’s nothing to be done but suffer the teasing and try to make out what’s happening twelve hundred miles away through a cracked, tinny phone circa 2009 from my empty bedroom, sitting on an inflatable mattress, and gosh darn it, I’ll do it with style.




