Cubicle Art

I didn't actually do this today, but I did find this today, so I say it counts. At my last job, I had one of those tall cubicles, and it was awful. I couldn't see any windows and I could go whole days without anyone talking to me. Actually, since I couldn't see any windows and thus lost the concept of time I don't actually know for sure how long I went between people stopping by.

Regardless, the only way I could find to stay reasonably sane (not counting the fairly severe claustrophobia I developed at this time) was to draw stuff on sticky notes. Mostly velociraptors. Fine, all velociraptors. One raccoon. The rest were velociraptors.

So my ugly gray cubicle walls were plastered with red- and blue- and black-inked velociraptors, and it was so much better. My favorite was named Terry. I still keep Terry around.

This is not a picture of Terry. The ones I put on sticky notes were much better. But I did draw this for someone who lived far away but desperately needed a cubicle velociraptor RIGHT THIS SECOND but couldn't draw velociraptors by themselves, so I made them this:

Totally worked.

Running around in a circle, waving your arms and screaming

I often daydream at work about suddenly tossing a stack of papers in the air and running around in a circle, waving my arms overhead and screaming. It's a coping mechanism for the stress and monotony of The American Cubicle Monkey.

Today is Saturday, and while I've spent plenty of it on work, I haven't been into the office (thanks, Internet). But I was reading last week's issue of Time and felt that familiar urge creep in.

That's silly, said the single adult cell of my brain, and you're not even at work.

So? said the rest of the cells.

And so, in the middle of an article about The Daily Show, I threw the magazine in the air, jumped off the couch and started running and waving and screaming, in circles in the living room, down the hall, in circles in the bedroom, back down the hall, rinse and repeat.

It was incredible. I cannot even tell you how amazing it felt. Score one for the rest of the cells. I'm going to have to try this at work and see if it feels as good there.

Of course, now I have to try to convince my dog and my cat that I'm not mortally injured or insane, so there's one downside, but otherwise? Flawless. Would definitely recommend.

Cereal specks are super professional

I had a late deadline today. Naturally, I figured I'd be more productive if I had something to eat, so I popped down to the store quick. Unfortunately, I was hungry, so I ended up buying three bags of groceries. Most of them are good, adult-type groceries, like yogurt and orange juice with calcium and vitamin D.

Then there's the Cap'n Crunch Crunch Berries.

Which are still totally good adult buys because they're part of this complete breakfast.

Except when they're not. Sometimes you end up just snacking on them for 45 minutes while reading Hyperbole and a Half and the next thing you know you are covered from head to toe in Crunch Berries dust. It's all over my desk, over all of my notes and in the cracks of my keyboard. I swear I have a red, blue and gold mustache. And, like a small child, it's all down my front.

Today would be the day I decided to go Casual Monday and "professionalize" my Green Lantern tee. I look like a ComiCon reject who can't feed herself.

I don't even know how this happened.

Worst of all, I'm still not even sort of done with this project. (So I blog. Nice one.)

Meetings are boring.

Unicorns are not boring.

I had a meeting, and it was boring and stressful all at the same time, and the only way, apparently, to get through one of those things is by drawing a unicorn bowling alley. The toughest part, obviously, was making it look like I was taking actual notes instead of drawing a unicorn bowling alley.

I am an adult, I have a real full-time job, and all kinds of other responsibilities that ought to make me all kinds of mature — you know, sensible, reliable, dependable, lots of other words ending in "-ible."

However, I have found that I am most capable of doing those adult-like things when I cut loose a bit and give into my velociraptor-drawing side. It just helps somehow. And my mom thinks it's brilliant, so I like to think the random stuff I come up with gives me an edge in my never-ending quest to become her favorite child.

So here is what I did today: me riding a dilophosaurus as part of the Dinosaur Patrol. Very elite.