view from my office desk:
imagining i am sitting at six o'clock, we'll work our way from my right shoulder around to my left.
five o'clock - honesty snack box, water cooler, coke machine. three o'clock - the security entry from reception. the door is open. there is a a4 page taped to the back of the door with the words 'keep door closed at all times' printed on it. at the bottom of the sign, someone has scrawled 'like now for example'. two o'clock to twelve o'clock - the ceo's office. twelve o'clock to eleven o'clock - director's office. eleven to about nine o'clock - finance managers and my managers office. nine to eight - stationery room. eight to seven - hall to the back office where everyone else sits. seven to me - wall. from here, i can't actually see one other human being, but i can hear voices. i think there might be life in there somewhere.
i watched a new show called 'the o.c' last night and all i can say is 'hello, addiction!'. it's *just* trashy enough for me to get hooked to it. and here i was getting all sad because foxtel finally realised that no one was paying for our pay tv connection, thus depriving me of my morning hour of the shenanigans of my favourite flakeouts at the peach pitt. *sniff*. i miss dylan's hair and his so-not-masculine voice, i miss steve's cheesy grin and comb over, i miss kelly's pouty tartiness. but most of all i miss andrea, because she was pregnant and just about to have her inter-racial baby. trust aaron spelling to make the square, studious one to end up pregnant and to cast his own bug-eyed offspring as the blushing virgin. ha!