There has been something that has been burning on my mind in the last two weeks. This issue has been on my mind so much that at times I had some trouble sleeping and was building up a great hourly dose of neurosis over this issue. Well, I guess it's time to shed some light on my latest greatest self imposed prison of neurosis.

Roughly two and half weeks ago my my boss (one of the coolest people I have ever met) asked me if I would like to take over a vacant office. Yes, I could have my own office. I guess I could use it? Maybe I deserve it? I don't know. I had this conversation with my boss while sitting in my cube AKA The Hovel. The boss dude told me that due to the nature of my work some privacy could be helpful and that I can take over an office in the main office space. I was quick to answer NO. That really frightened me. Me in an office? It didn't add up to me. Offices are occupied by the elite perimeter people. The indigenous land of the perimeter people is the office. The perimeter people live on the outskirts of the main office. They are management and they have college educations. They watch and SUPPORT the worker bee's as they toil in their respective Hovels to get the job done. The perimeter people are good people they mean no harm, they are there to help and assist, they are there for guidance and direction. They command the day from the perimeter and we bravely report back to them from our hovels. I am a worker bee in a hovel, not management, not college educated.

But now I have been asked to be a perimeter person. Would would the other perimeter people think? I don't have all the criteria to be perimeter person. After some long nights, moping, self imposed mind bending torture and a ton of conversations with barb I decided that maybe I do want to crawl from the cloth lined dimly lit walls of my hovel and explore work society from the perimeter. So I semi boldly approached my boss this week, I entered his office with my head held medium and butt cheeks sagging and said yes I would like to take you up on your offer. He said good and he said that he would get the ball rolling.

The ball was to start rolling on Thursday. Apparently the perimeter people have turbo charged balls, by Friday morning I was moving into the office and by Friday afternoon I was fully functional.

The question is how would others react to this social imbalance? I'm so happy that everyone was thrilled for me, they made me feel welcomed and they said I deserved it. Some even asked if they could come visit. But no matter what, everyone was so damn supportive. What a relief.

So I have moved from the hovel into my own office, I will call this office the pod. I have a desk, credenza, space to hang tons of pictures, book shelves, and multiple file cabinets, a plant I have named Robert (after Robert Plant of Led Zepplin) and coat hooks on the back of my door. Yes, I will be adding a stereo real soon. This will be a rock n roll pod.

A very nice lady a fellow hovel dweller has moved from her hovel into my old hovel. She promises to take care of it. I do believe her.

For whatever reason I feel proud. I feel that others may see things in me that I didn't see in myself. This is all pretty amazing and cool yet it's only a room.

Earlier did I say what relief? Hm, that may be an issue. I have now gotten more than I have had before. I have a work rule that goes with that. The more I get the harder I'll work. I hope to be the hardest working perimeter person in the history of mankind