While I was away from the office this weekend (and Monday and Tuesday), my desk situation got changed at work. Now, instead of having a nice view of the waiting room and window, I have a nice view of a wall. As I sit here typing this post, I'm looking into the corner of a cubicle. I have no idea what's behind me. There could be a drooling ax murderer/sex offender sneaking up on me right now, and I am totally clueless. Perhaps that's a good thing. If I turn my back to the world, I have fewer problems to handle. Perhaps I need to embrace this new world view. Maybe God is trying to send me a message. Less distraction, more introspection. Or, maybe, screw the world, it screws you.
As you can tell, my view and desk may have changed, but I still have the same old attitude. I don't know how I can't have a bad attitude when I'm arbitrarily shifted around my place of work like an old stapler. Oh, well. This, too, shall pass. Tomorrow, I will have something new to complain about. At the moment, I'm having a difficult time mustering up enthusiasm for my work. I feel like I've been given a time out, sent to the corner because I didn't log off my computer last night. Punishment. That's what this feels like.
Saint Marty's been a bad boy.
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