Ever sat through a Space Summit? No, not the 'let's get to Pluto by 2025' kind of summit. The kind of space summit where you hear 'let's move the file room to the basement so we can move IT to 312 and then move XYZ to the 7th floor and split the extra room into 8 cubicles. But this isn't quiet enough and that doesn't have medical gases available and the other place has supporting walls and this place doesn't have supporting walls and that doesn't have windows.....THAT kind of Space Summit.
Today, I identified primo space WITH a window.
Judd would like it here: a 4th floor room with a window overlooking trees and mountains--no privacy curtains necessary.
Judd said government employees where he used to work would, as regular as messy elections, take the newspaper on break to "the library" as my dad always called it. And sure, in a 2x3 foot stall, what else could you do but read a newspaper? But here, wow, something very freeing about viewing the birds and the sun and a smattering of clouds and the Rockies while deciding on 3 squares or 4, on bunching or folding....
My only fear, while I'm still on this awkward 'best-interview-behavior' every day, is that someone heard or saw my camera while I took these pictures in the bathroom of the executive suite....
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