4 more days of purple cubicles

I add things to my Christmas list a lot.

So for the past week or so I've been fulfilling a 2 week temp job at a real estate office. Full time. Those words put dread into my heart. So did the 8 a.m. start time. I do boring office stuff like stuff billions of envelopes, copy billions of copies, and answer the phone in a very gravelly voice (lost my normal voice when I got a cold). However, the people are very nice and they don't make fun of the "temp." (In their place, I totally would.) I have an hour for lunch, and since the office is downtown I get time to explore the very NW corner of our wonderful city. Even though I am in the industrial section, a small walk leads me to small independent stores carrying vintage and handmade things, as well as a store with beautiful wallpaper and seemingly everything I covet that I see in blogs. (Tiny ceramics made to look like disposable things! I die!) After about 2600 steps, I am back in my cubicle, surrounded by garish orange and purple furnishings and copy projects. The designer of this place really took "It's a Chico's kind of day..." to a whole new literal level.

By the way, what do you do when you are in a store alone? Almost always I am the only customer, and I know I have no intention of buying. I say hello to whoever is working there, and proceed to browse while pretending no one is looking at me. I always feel a little awkward. And once a dachshund tried to attack me.