…(sang to the same beat as Billy Idol’s Dancing with Myself)
My day gig office is an old Catholic church that was renovated into office space. My office is one of the second story rooms that’s part of an addition on the side of the church.
There are six offices in this addition: three up, three down. They used to be the priest’s bedrooms. They’re spacious and come with their own bathrooms. Or at least, some of them do. My office shares a bathroom with the office next to me which happens to be the CEO’s office, so technically it’s not a “shared” bathroom. It’s all his and I have zero problem with that.
It’s definitely a cool space and one of the most creative work environments I’ve had to go to on a regular weekday 9 to 5 schedule (or 10:02 to 4:53). Of course, I’m sure there’s still some leftover catholic guilt and repression wafting through the church. A colleague gave me wind chimes for my office to feng shui away the negative vibes that may be lingering. For the most part, they’re working really well.
Another thing that works for me: rap music. Today, I had to go through a gazillion emails and log them (it was actually more like fourteen, but after ten who’s counting?). Anyway, I chose a little old school L.L. Cool J to organize emails to.
It is impossible to listen to Around the Way Girl without swaying your shoulders. It’s like trying not to pucker your lips when you suck on a lemon slice. It’s uncontrollable. I think at one point I was actually beating the top of my desk with my hands as if I was keeping the beat for James. And then I heard a clunck…like a bird hitting my second story window. I spun around to find a man on a ladder cleaning my windows.
I’ve worked in this office for over four years and not once has there ever been a live (or un-live) person on the other side of my window. Never. But today, without warning, there was a window cleaner watching me boogie down in all my nerdy office glory. It was like when you’re singing your heart out in your car and then realize that the car next to you is completely entertained with your American-Idol-at-the-steering-wheel performance.
I’m not sure if he saw me. I mean, the windows haven’t been cleaned in over four years, so maybe he missed my rocking out. Or there could have been a glare. Or maybe he saw every bit of my funkiness. It was LL for God sakes, like I’m supposed to sit still?!
