I tackled my desk tonight. I think it won the first round, and I have a nasty welt on my elbow to show for it. That desk fights dirty. I don’t know where it gets it from.
But I did make some progress, going through the stacks of unknown origins. My trash can is full (I emptied it right before I started, too) and you can start to see a little bit of desktop here and there in the midst of the chaos. Yay for baby steps!
I told a few more people at work today. My husband says I’m mean. I’ve been wearing fairly baggy clothes. And since it’s been a little chilly (stays overcast most of the day, and the wind is a bit cool – goes right through me), I’ve been wearing my sweater a lot. But today, I unzipped the sweater to reveal one of my new shirts that’s stretchy, but form-fitting. And I asked a few friends: Does this shirt make me look pregnant?
You could see the momentary panic as they quickly debated the best answer. Do I say yes? Do I say no? Crap, which way should I go? Is there an exit nearby? Maybe I can distract her and make a run for it! But even with the huge smile on my face, they were afraid, and just answered with, Are you? Man, you guys are scared to go out on a limb, c’mon!
They were all quite happy for me, and one of my geek friends promised to buy some geeky onesies for the kiddo. I’m all for that. This kid is going to be raised by geeks. But dammit, we’re cool geeks.
