I'm a little concerned

Some time ago I waxed eloquently about not becoming one of those "crazy goat ladies" with a million goats and all these goat chotzkies and people swinging wide to avoid me when they see me on the street.

Well.. I'm a little concerned I'm becoming the "crazy chicken lady."

I have a blown-glass chicken in the window sill, I now have a lovely little framed "chicken undressing" print on the wall.  Not to mention three actual chickens in the yard.  More than enough chicken things for any person.

And then I saw the lamps.  Stained glass chickens.  They were on clearance.  Which was good because the original price was $349.99 a piece!   I offered $50.00. They counter-offered at $60.00. I walked out of the store without a chicken lamp.  I couldn't stop thinking about them!  I fought with myself for days.  Man I wanted one of those lamps.  After an entire week I gave in and got one.  It was beautiful.  It sat with honor in my family room glowing away in chicken glory.  Illuminating my way through the room.  I was very pleased with my purchase.

In the back of my head I kept thinking about the chicken I left behind.  It must be lonely (yes.. I KNOW it's inanimate).  They were a pair!  How could I split them up?  It would be like splitting up Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin.    Like popcorn without butter.  Like birthday cake without ice cream!

Yes..  I went an got the other one.  I'm a lost cause. 

Sincerely,

The crazy chicken lady.

The troll emerges!

Way back in June I started a new job with a new desk.  My new desk was located in the dark, dank dungeon of an old public service building.  Low ceilings, no natural light, 3 gray walls within 20 feet of my cube, Occasional foot traffic but mostly a forgotten corner of the basement.  I felt like the swingline staple guy from the movie "Office Space."  I wasn't about to complain - it was employment afterall!

Earlier this week I told my boss I needed more work to do. He had a BRILLIANT suggestion. He suggested I come work near him (in a building about 4 blocks from my usual haunt) part-time to help him with a few things. There happened to be an empty cube just a few feet from his, on the FIFTH floor, with a WINDOW, with a beautiful view of the capitol park and capitol building!  It's only part time in this office - I work between the two but I can work from this desk anytime I want.  Daylight is good!

But wait.. it get's better!  Knowing that my time at this agency is limited I've been campaigning for unique, continued employment.  The plan I've been pitching is 1/2 time work from northern Washington.  I could continue doing my job remotely using all the new-fangled technology we have these days.  I can do anything and everything over the internet - including attending meetings.  And it would be only 1/2 time - which means I'd have time for my goats (and Peter).  My boss informed me today that he fully supports my scheme.and is willing to go to bat for me with the higher ups of the agency.

How exciting!