My work space

About a month ago I wrote down some ideas for blog posts, and I took a look at that list today. One of the ideas was to share photos of my work space.

I'm not sure where I got that idea from, but I decided to run with it.

Kokopelle

No, my kitty Kokopelle normally isn't on the desk. But he sort of photobombed, so I decided to let him get away with it.

The desk

Here it is properly. My desk is a mixture of neatness and chaos.

I have my actual work space, and then my "junk drawer" areas. And if it seems odd that I keep a box under my desk, know that I like to put my feet on it. Rather than being in the way, it adds to my comfort.

Adorable kitties

These last two photos are just minor details of some of what I keep close at hand. The above are tiny plushy kittens and their mother. I have more of the kittens spread throughout my bedroom.

Below is an unnamed fairy lady who I got during the intermission of a ballet years ago.

Fairy lady

What's your work space like?

What I won't blog

I'm finding in my job hunt that interviewers usually ask about what sort of things I like to do with my time, and my immediate response is typically that I like to read and write. This sometimes leads to me mentioning that I have a blog or two, and there have been a couple of times when the conversation turns to whether anything and everything can go on this blog.

I won't discuss certain personal details on here. Sure, there are some personal things I'll discuss: that grandma being in hospice is messing me up, my sexual orientation, and sometimes my medical issues. But there are other more personal things I don't share.

Another thing I won't write about is work. Ok, so I may write a few vague details, such as generalities of what I'm doing, and sometimes things I've learned about myself on the job. Once a temp job is over I might share exactly what it was and who I worked for. You may even guess from my tone that I was really enthusiastic about a job, and that I didn't want it to end. But I definitely won't share my opinions of any employer on here, even if I want to rave about how amazingly awesome they are.

So I guess that really, what I won't discuss is my opinion of my employer.

Why is that? I'm glad you asked.

Thing is, sometimes an employer isn't so amazing, and I'm certainly not going to complain about that on this blog. Doing so seems pretty dangerous and, although others will risk it, I don't want to go there myself. And if I go from raving about one employer to saying nothing about the next, I don't want my silence to be noticed.

...side note, sorry I disappeared for over a week. Although I'm trying to come up with a good excuse for it, I really can't. I'll be better about writing posts now. Honest I will.

When the power goes out

What do you do when the power goes out?

The very first thing I do is turn the computers off. Always. I'm not sure how young I was when I got that lesson instilled in me: when the power goes off, immediately turn off the computers. Or bad things may happen.

Besides, the beeping of the battery backup is annoying as heck.

Obviously, it's also a good idea to check the circuit breaker and call the power company. You know, figuring out how to get the power back on, and making sure that the power company knows there's a problem that needs to be fixed.

But once that's all done, what do you do?

After the necessities were done, I figured I had a few options. (In case you haven't guessed already, my family was without power for a couple hours today.) Two things that wouldn't require electricity were going to the park or playing piano, but I wasn't in the mood for either. I could have cleaned a rat cage, and that does need to get done today, but I decided to wait until I had more light.

I also considered doing something with my hands like spinning yarn, but I like to listen to music or an audio book while doing that. Which I could do with my iPhone, true, but I didn't want to use up the battery.

A bit of time was spent while I considered the above options and tried to figure out what to do with myself. Eventually, though, it occurred to me that I could return to what I'd been doing when the power went out in the first place.

I read a book.

Yeah, what I'd been doing when the power went out didn't require electricity at all, so I didn't need to waste any time pondering how to survive.

Stop laughing.

Open Book by George Hodan

Sad thing is that, when I finished the book, I started wasting battery life on my iPhone. I may be slightly addicted to the internet.