The Desk and the Fruit Bowl

Ah, I'm loving my life these days (NOT that I don't love it otherwise). I'm in the Honeymoon Phase ... y'know, the one where you've just embarked on a new relationship ... the ship has just set sail and ahead of you lies a whole ocean of possibilities unexplored ... millions of miles of uncharted territory ... you're filled with a keenness and anxiety (of a good kind) and you can't help but look at everything through rose-tinted glasses.

*sigh*

The first few weeks of a relationship are so spine-tinglingly delicious, aren't they? Not that a seasoned relationship doesn't have it's own virtues (I could write a whole blog on the pros of relationships that have endured the test of time) but we're talking about new ones here now, okay? So let's focus.

Rose-tinted glasses. Yes. Isn't it amazing how you can look at everything in that new relationship with such a positive outlook that even the drawbacks become 'quirks'? And before you interrupt me with the question that has been nagging you since you started reading this entry ... No, I am not confessing online of a secret affair I have started of late.

It is an affair, though, and not a very secret one at that. And I hope it lasts.

Seeing as I've just started my new job, I can't write about much else for a few posts, can I?

Not while this 'Honeymoon Phase' is around at least. Ooh, I'm loving it. So where do I start?

My desk. Yes, a BIG CLEAN NICE NEW DESK. With nothing on it. And since I have no desktop computer (they gave me a laptop) I have even more space. AND I have two dividers for tacking stuff onto. Wow. I've already brought in a bunch of photos and little knick-knacks to personalise my home away from home. I love getting a new desk. A clean one. Seeing as any in my possession for more than a week becomes the complete opposite of clean.

I'm telling you ... when I packed up my desk at the last job, I had a gazillion things. I'd accumulated them in less than a year.



(No, that's not my desk ... it's just a pic off the net to illustrate my point ... but boy, does that make me want to do a Monica!!)

There must have been about 200 magazines. Where did they all come from ?I only remember buying five or six. Fifteen at the most. There were about 500 CDs with various stuff - half of them unlabelled. One of these days, I have to see what I put on them. Till then, I have to keep them safely, lest I lose some vital info that don't need now, but will as soon as I've thrown out the CD it was on. Funny how it works that way ALL THE TIME.

I've taken a picture of my desk pre decoration and I'll put it up in a few days with one of the desk when I'm finished giving it it's first overhaul.

I just hope no one nicks the stuff from my desk.

Alright, Number Two for my list: fruit. They've got FREE FRUIT in this office. As much as you want. We've got a whole fruit bowl for our own office. It's always got a bunch of bananas, some green apples and some red ones. All shiny, new stuff with no blotches and the apples aren't the cheap kind that collapse like cardboard, but hte nicer, crispy types. I know because I had both yesterday .. an apple and a banana and I don't even eat fruit! I can't remember when was the last time I had either. Maybe the company thinks if it encourages us to fortify our systems with free fruit, then we'd take fewer sick days. Smart.



There's a whole other - and much BIGGER - fruit bowl in the pantry. Pantry's not quite the word for it though. What do you call something that has a lovely galley kitchen with everything but the stove, has a candy/chips dispensing machine, a freezer full of cola drinks, fruit juices and mineral water FOR FREE, a couple of nice armchairs to realx in, a lovely marble bartop with bar stools AND A FLOOSE BALL TABLE?!! Whatever you call that - we've got one of those. And the marble bartop looks over the parking area and the entrance of Knowledge Village which is quite serene and calming in it's own urban kind of way.

In the days of yore the landscape was organic - all hills and trees and stuff - but today it's all roads and cars and buildings, which is not bad: it's just different.

And there's something quite soothing about being perched atop a bar stool overlooking the parking lot, the busy roundabout and the traffic on the road beyond ... you can see it, but you can't smell it or hear it. No smog, no toot-toot of Impatient Dubai Drivers. You sit and munch on your apple in the pine-scented, elevator-music-playing pantry and YOU ARE KING OF THE CASTLE.

:)

I think it's nice that I'm writing down all the little quirks of my new workplace, cuz I'm sure - and not just because I'm me, but because I'm a Yuppie and because Yuppies are quite thankless that way- I will become fazed and jaded with all that is new and shiny now, when it becomes not-so-new and not-so-shiny.

I am quite sure I will start complaining about the fruit bowl ("Why don't they EVER have pears in there? Or peaches?!!"), about the pantry ("Why do I have to pay for my Mars bars when the stupid Coke is free?!"), about my desk ("Why is my back to the door? I want more privacy!!") and then we'll all know that my Honeymoon Phase is truly over.

*sigh*

Till then, I'll make the most of it. Okay, I'm gonna go now and munch on an apple while I contemplate the never-ending line at the U-Turn in tune to Mozart's Whatever Symphony ...