whew

Sorry about that.

Things have been a little crazy the last few days. I am fortunate enough to work in the coolest department in the history of all the world. (You would know this if you had read this post.) Anyhoo, so my boss basically gave me free reign to make the office better when I mentioned that I couldn't reach the fax machine without a stool. What started as a functional remodel become an opportunity for me to add an accent wall (see above), purge some old-ass junk, and update the janky furniture. I didn't take nearly enough photos of the before and after but suffice to say that place is now cool as hell. I'll try to grab some more photos on Monday.

So what does this all mean? Why am I telling you this? First of all, I've been drinking because (duh) it's Friday night. Second of all, I skipped a couple of blogging days like a real jerk because between this work project, cycling, homework, and band practice, I've been getting about an hour of conscious time at home and didn't spend it on blogging. Thirdly because, I would like to issue and official "Fuck You" for a moment.

I was once in a situation where I was told I had the worst taste in the world. This was not said in jest, this was said by someone who said it was difficult to be with somebody who had such bad decorating sense. I wanted furniture in a color other than black? Unacceptable! I wanted something on the wall that had to do with my interests? Juvenile and/ or embarrassing. I "got away with" having a photograph and a small vase from my brother on my nightstand (but only because it matched the bedspread well enough). I don't know why I listened to this. I accepted it as my reality for years. And when my coworkers offhandedly praised the work that I had done in the office, they had no way of knowing that they were adding a soothing balm to a part of my psyche that had been rubbed raw with a rough-grit sandpaper for a few years. 

So here's to my coworkers, here's to those celebrating Cinco de Mayo, here's to Dusty and Niki who noticed I hadn't been blogging, and here's to my nephew Ryker who is a huge fan of my Saturday videos. Tomorrow's video is for you, baby boy.