Erin The Great

Let me preface this blog by saying I love my job!

Since the first day I started working for my company I have been fortunate enough to have my own office. This has been awesome for more than one reason. Even when I moved over to our other building with my partner in crime Sarah, we had the best office in the place. Sarah and I were more or less the spoiled Trophy Wives of our company. We were spoiled rotten and we loved every minute of it! It was awesome. Moving over to the other building has been a very interesting transition for me.

One of the things you need to know about me is that if I’m placed in solitude, I will stop caring about what I look like. I will always dress appropriate but darned if I ever get around to brushing my hair, wearing make-up, wearing high heels or taking any kind of pride in my appearance, basically I hit ‘hot mess’ status on a daily basis and I was ok with that, even though it both scared and irritated my home girls Amanda and Sarah… Sorry ladies. Yes, life was good. We would have 5 minute dance parties, 15 minute yoga break and of course Moe (M.O.W) yes life in seclusion was everything I thought it could be and more. I know, I know… Spoiled

Last week we got moved back over to the other building. Now on one hand I now get to see all my friends and I no longer have to walk through the flesh melting heat to the other building to drop stuff off, but on the other hand I realized that I now need to get up an entire hour earlier just so I no longer look like the swamp thing that killed Erin. I have started wearing heels again and my hair is now brushed thanks to the revelation my friend Amanda laid on me at a Baseball game last week. ‘When we move over to the other building, I’m going to need you to start looking hot again!’ She exclaimed ‘I’ll do my best’ I said sarcasticly.

Sarah and I would have our ‘5-Minute Dance Parties’ to help relieve the stress that goes with our jobs, and would put our guilty pleasure radio station on (the tunes that were popular when we were both in high school… just shake your head and roll your eyes, you know you want to). This was the case the other day when I started getting down with my bad self and notice that was no longer in my awesome office of seclusion and that people were now looking and staring and probably wondering if I was having a seizure. I started getting really self conscious and uncomfortable, and then very subtly started sitting down like I totally meant to only dance to about a minute of the song. Yikes. As I was hanging my head in shame Sarah started laughing because she too realized that we have not only been relocated to the other building full of people but we are also now in ‘cubicle land’. It was a little awkward. Complete openness… another reason why I can’t look like ‘Swamp thing Erin (Amanda’s revelation started making sense very quickly after that).

We have yet to do our 15 minute yoga breaks. I’m pretty sure the production amongst the males in our building would come to a screaming halt. It might be a bad idea.

Again, I’m not complaining. It’s all very funny, especially when the two of us realize that Office land vs Cubicle land is very different.

We are also currently trying to pass the idea of having a tent put over our cubicles so we have both the appearance and feel of a real office. We’re still waiting on approval.