Generosity, thy name is uh...guy who came before me.

I moved today.

No, not to a new apartment...out of my pretty office. I won't go into the boring work-related details, I will only say I'm very sad about this for a number of reasons. The privacy of having your own office can't be beat. And it's very important for someone like me who routinely makes an ass out of herself 7 out of the 8 hours I'm at work. But when I'm tucked away in my office, all of the clumsy/dipshit things I do are hidden and no one knows about them until they're over and/or cleaned up and I relay the story in a slightly cleaned-up manner.

For example.

The other day, I reached for the little container that held my half sandwich and somehow, I still can't figure out how, dumped over an entire, full to the rim, glass of ice water. All over my desk, all sorts of papers, my calendar, my mouse...it started spilling over the edge of the desk, cascading onto the floor like a mini, ice-filled waterfall.

A couple of weeks ago I was eating a Kudos- it's a granola bar with a very thin, barely-there layer of chocolate. But it doesn't matter how thin the layer of chocolate is. I still managed to drop a chunk of it into my lap without noticing, and about 1/2 hour or so later, I ran my hand through my hair and on its way back down, noticed that it was covered in chocolate. It took me a minute to put two and two together, but I realized I had dropped chocolate into my lap, which then melted, which then transferred onto my hand and arm, and then made its way into my hair.

That's only scratching the surface, trust me.

Anyway. I'm now going to be sitting in a cubicle with a lady sitting right across from me, so I'm sure I'll put on quite a show for her over the time I sit there. Did I mention I also sometimes start singing along to my radio without realizing? Poor lady doesn't know what she's in for.

But there is a bright side! The person who had my new desk before me left me all sorts of treats! What kind of treats, you ask? Well, in the short time I had to look through my new desk drawers, I found a half-empty carton of mixed nuts, part of a wrapper for a creme-something, a used butter knife, and a smashed candy cane! Oh, but that's not all! I opened up some cabinets above my cubicle and not only found a lifetime's supply of corporate coasters, but someone had helpfully included two stale chunks of pita bread. I can only imagine the thought process that happened before those pita chunks ended up there...

I don't even need to bring a lunch tomorrow!