Should have been a British judge

I knew it. I am in the wrong profession, wrong country, wrong everything. I should have become a judge or a lawyer in Manchester, England! Then I could work here at The Civil Justice Centre, or the "filing cabinet of justice". Check out this article to learn about its passive cooling system, strategic natural lighting and 11-story glass atrium (if you're an architecture nerd like me...). And then try not to cry as you scroll down.


Yep, there it is, folks. My office. Or as I like to call it, "the guacamole bowl of injustice". It is not even actually an office; it is a mechanics shop with some storage space above it where my desk happens to reside. Shall I laud the environmentally friendly diesel/weld/spray paint fumes that grace my office or the strategic natural lighting that we have to cover with cardboard boxes or the avant garde architect that designed everything slightly crooked and asymmetrical? Ha, I don't know if you're ready for such excitement! At least we haven't found any scorpions yet...at the old office we found them every couple days in our desk drawers or behind our computers. Oh, the desert. Some day I will write about the pros of desert life, but that may be a long time coming.

I did just get a cubicle, though, which is very exciting! Seriously, I am glad for these gray walls surrounding me. Did I already write about this? I feel like I did... Oh well! I am the lone person from my department, working within another department's office. It was pretty confusing and distracting, as people thought I changed jobs or our departments merged or they generally just moved around and talked about other-department stuff all the time.

Anyway...is there a word for being the opposite of claustrophobic? Wide open spaces freak me out. Now, thanks to my cubicle (lovingly named Cubey), I can imagine I work in a 5'x5' space and anything beyond is a dark abyss. Oooh, I like that. But maybe it's just the paint fumes?