a postcard from last winter.

I miss the old office immensely. Was it even an office? It was a unit. A cold unit turned into an office. We just called it an office when we needed to do so for professional reasons. The day part sucked large. I hated being the graphics bitch and working under J's tight deadlines and impractical creative requests. It was close to modern day slavery for me, but having the key and alarm code for nights and weekends almost made it justifiable at the time. I think back to last winter pretty often. I miss the late, late nights; the loud music; the card games. I miss the great conversations that took place and the ashtrays that supported them. I can picture that orange and black dartboard on the wall so clearly, and the blue cans of Febreeze that we stashed in the cabinet below it. Who were we kidding? The stench of Special Milds had soaked into walls and fabrics so intensely that it would take a chemical weapon to mask the smell. (It did the trick for the time being though.) I don't miss the cold. Or the shitty heat dish that was supposed to fix it all. Ahh, and that cheap paint on the wall. That uneven, sandy beige paint. It took a drunk water fight to help us realize just how fucking cheap that paint was. And J, dammit! You were cheap for choosing that brand. What the hell were you thinking, dude? It doesn't matter. It was the farthest thing from a nine to five life; and I loved it.