Zombie at check stand 3!

I only had to work a half day today. We were getting kicked out of our building at noon for the big move to the new campus. 

Oh the new campus. Sigh! 

I got to go to a special sneak preview the other night. What an amazing evening. A certain richest couple in the world walked by and smiled at me. I could tell what Bill was thinking, “Wow, we hire fat people now? Old fat people? Old fat gay people? Oh right, Every Life Has Equal Value. Hello old fat gay person, welcome.”

The building is amazing. I can’t even really explain just how over the top the whole thing is or how lucky and honored I feel to work there. I could blabber on about my la la mood for hours, but I will spare you. 

OK, I am not making this up. Right when we came in and grabbed a glass of wine the sound system started playing Madonna singing Jump. Mark elbowed me and said can you believe that? Of course I can. The spirit and power of Madonna touches our lives every day in ways we don’t even know. I just about managed to keep from crying. 

Actually everyone at the event was on the verge of tears. How could you not be? The whole thing felt like something out of a movie. We really get paid to work here?

Speaking of music, because you know I need a sound track for everything, and because Jump was the theme song for the last 4 years,  I do have another anthem for this point of my life.  The new k.d. lang album, k.d. lang and the Siss Boom Bang,  is amazing.  There is a song called Habit of Mind that I have in non-stop rotation right now.  It even makes this cute little reference to Aimee Mann.  Really.  It's glorious and perfect and sums up this whole experience.  Go buy it.

Where was I?  Oh the building.  The work spaces are all open to support collaboration.  AND THEY ARE ORANGE! The coffee rooms have cool ethic art in them. There are mid-century modern couches scattered about in case you want to sit down and read. Free food and coffee everywhere. And Aeron chairs. The parking garage has plants growing on the roof to help mitigate the carbon footprint of the cars inside.

The whole thing is just fricking amazing. 

Oh speaking of the parking garage and carbon footprints, they really want us not to drive to work. I get an Orca card and a Monorail pass and I get paid $3 a day for every day I don’t drive to work.

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Why yes, that was the sound of crickets you just heard. Parking garage crickets. I may be in love with my new job and what we do, but I am, after all, me. 



The first thing I did when I got my new computer was to log in and sign up for parking. I had heard that it was based on seniority and it would be likely that I would need to park in the Seattle Center garage with tourists if I got anything at all. I wrote an incredible funny email to coordinator of my department and begged her to lobby on my behalf. I heard she was a Madonna fan and I made several funny references using song lyrics. I got word late yesterday that I have a spot in the real garage, safe from the tourists. Thank you Madonna. 

So ANYWAY, I left work this morning and headed to Ballard to visit the eye doctor and get new glasses. $1000 later I left, eyes dilated and surrounded in yellow stain, wearing a pair of those giant square sunglasses they give you so you won’t crash your car. I had to go to the store to get kitty litter. While I was paying I had to take off the sunglasses so I could see what to type into the pad for my debit card. The poor little cashier looked at my eyes and screamed. Yes it was a girly scream. I explained that I had just been to the eye doctor but she was not having any of it. As I left I heard the scared girl's voice quivering over the loud speaker, “Manager to check stand 3 please. Zombie was just buying kitty litter. Manager to check stand 3!”

This fat old gay zombie is humming Habit of Mind and is very happy right now.





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