The Temporary Office

I’ve got about ten minutes before the contractors arrive to put down my new office floor (and in doing so likely knock me offline for most of the day) so before that happens: Here, look at my TempOffice, which is my laptop on top of a portable filing cabinet, with my daughter’s desk chair (I don’t generally favor pink), in my bedroom. Behind the TempOffice is the master bathroom, with Kodi valiantly holding down the floor, which considering what the contractors are here to do, is not necessarily a bad thing.

Now, you may ask, why don’t I just work downstairs? The short answer is that in addition to putting down my flooring, they also tearing up flooring, downstairs. Basically anywhere but my bedroom, I’ll be in the way today. Also, yon large dog gets antsy when people she doesn’t know are stomping about the house, so I’ll be keeping her in the bedroom with me (I’ve already put a gate on the door) to keep her from eating any contractors. Because apparently the don’t like being eaten. I don’t know why that is, but there you go.

So there you have it: My life, on the Ides of March, 2010.

Also and again: My Internet presence is likely to be iffy today because of all the house work. I have my cell phone to access e-mail, Twitter, etc., but in general don’t expect immediate responses to anything today. Thanks.

23 Comments on “The Temporary Office”

  1. Dave H – I can see Canada from my house – Aging dad, electronics nerd, embedded software developer. (I'm the guy who makes your microwave blink 12:00.)
    Dave H

    Man, I hope you have a good chiropractor on speed dial.

    Good luck.

  2. It’s only one day and fortunately the work I have to do today is not of the “stay in front of the computer for seven hours straight” variety.

  3. Kelly Naylor – I read. A lot. And I write, and do art, and sing (but don't dance), and contemplate the great questions of the ages.

    Dude! That’s the same chair my daughter has. She absolutely loves it… first, because it’s pink; second, because it’s comfortable.

    The inconvenience of keeping Kodi company in the bedroom will be worth the wonderfulness of a new office. I keep trying to convince myself that the inconvenience is worth a shiny new office because I’ll be in the same boat in the next month or so.

  4. I’m glad to see Kodi takes the same attitude as my dog (Zeus, the English Bulldog) when faced with life’s imponderables: I think I’ll just lay down.

  5. ben@4

    You know, with a more surreal element, say edit out Kodi and put in a pig or a cow in the bathroom, it could make a nice Pink Floyd album cover.

    Back Side of the Scalz
    A Momentary Exile of Scalzi
    Wish I Were There
    Another Brick in…

    Ah, never mind that last one. We really don’t need to go there.

  6. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    Hey, I’m at my permanent deask but also keeping the workman free from the predations of a fierce sharpei german short-haired pointer mix who is convinced everyone outside of the family is an agent of Al Qaeda. Enjoy your dog watching.

    My chair isn’t pink, though. Not yet…

  7. ben@4, eviljw@11: Put a guy in a pin-stripe suit, hog-tied, in place of Kodi and title it Flex Time (typeset in a combination of Arial and Times New Roman, natch). That’d work.

  8. Dave H – I can see Canada from my house – Aging dad, electronics nerd, embedded software developer. (I'm the guy who makes your microwave blink 12:00.)
    Dave H

    Jeff@13: Or how about San Francisco typeface?

  9. Well, that’s Kodi accounted for. Be sure to count cats before any flooring is put down. They have a way of getting in some very small places.
    Second worst thing for contractors (after the possibility of being chewed by a large dog) is having to take up newly laid flooring after the owner hears a meow beneath it.. :)

  10. Awwww! Kodi can come over to my house, which is contractor-free and has doggy friends to hold down the floor with her. I’ve found that dogs don’t like contractors very much (at least not after they start with the hammering and stealing chunks of the house), but contractors almost always like dogs. In fact, if a contractor comes over for an estimate and does not like dogs, I become very suspicious…

  11. Just wanted to say that a little over a year ago we ripped up the old wall-to-wall carpeting in two bedrooms and our upstairs hallway and had contractors come in and install hardwood flooring.

    Wow. Beautiful. It was expensive but even cheap penny-pinching me appreciates it.

    I think you will be very happy with the results.

  12. John,
    I hope the contractors do finish your new office floor in the one day time span they promised. The year before Hurricane Katrina, I lived through a complete home renovation both inside and outside and I still lived in the house. I’ll never, ever do that again!! None of the deadlines were met. I hope you have better contractors that I did!

  13. Chang, I’m trying to imagine a Shar-pei & German Short-Haired Pointer mix. I used to have a mostly-purebred pointer, and Tigger with wrinkles just does not compute. Post a picture of this beast somewhere.

  14. The concept of hardwood floors is very appealing. My Akita is currently blowing her coat in large clumps. Even with a daily brushing with a Furminator, the hair is just clinging everywhere.

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