They’re moving my cube and I’m pissed. I have a great space now. An enviable space, with lots of storage and room. But the kicker is, I use it all. They’re bumping me over one cube to this little spot with no overheads and no file drawers. I’ve been here two years and they’re giving my spot to a brand new guy. I’m pissed. Did I say that already?

And it’s just because the guy who will be New Guy’s boss is important and he makes sure to always get his way. And my boss is just like, Eh, whatev. Because I don’t really belong to any department. I work with everyone, and for everyone, and ultimately answer to the CEO.

Bah, it’s not important. It’ll get worked out. But it completely soured my Friday a.m.

Sorry I’ve been so slack on the updates. Work’s been kicking my ass. Writergirl in all her lucious goodness totally wrote a song parody for me on Squishy to kick my ass in gear.

It worked.

But y’all, it’s Friday. My brain is mush. I feel like my mind’s been whirring nonstop since Sunday night. And not just work either, although this week has been new project lumped upon new project, but life, stuff, God, my future.

For the longest time I’ve been intent on getting out of this cow town. Moving to Atlanta, or California or D.C. A "real" city with "real" stuff to do. But driving back from Cincinnati on Saturday it hit me that I don’t want to be far away from my family. I like Ohio. Columbus has everything all those other cities have, just less of it.

And here I am, not taking advantage of anything here. Who’s to say I wouldn’t be just like this in L.A.? Who’s to say I wouldn’t go to work, go home, and that’s it? In my fantasies I don’t, but my fantasies always lie.

I know myself. I’m a homebody. I like lighting candles, sitting on my couch with Montego by my side, just watching T.V. It would just be KTLA on the screen instead of WOSU.

So I’m thinking I need to put those moving dreams on hold. I’m going to explore this city. And once I’ve exhausted all there is to do, I’ll think about where I want to go next.

Unless they come get me first.

Oh man, Barker’s blaring "Jessie’s Girl." It’s Friday, y’all.