Then we didn't have time to stop for dinner on the way to bell choir, so we ate junk food for dinner. I grabbed us each a pudding cup, a couple of Pop Tarts, and a little tub of applesauce. We rounded out our meal with Pringles as we ran into the rehearsal hall. Kirstin was amazed, and couldn't stop laughing while she ate. I don't think I have ever fed her sheerly junk food before, and she didn't quite know what to think. At rehearsal we were served candy bars and chocolate cheesecake with raspberry sauce for dessert.
I put Kirstin to bed, came down the stairs, and in walked Forest, proferring more candy. He had already gotten me roses, but didn't feel like he should come home on V-day without something to give me, so I gracefully accepted, and put it aside. The candy is sitting on my desk right now, I ate some of it for breakfast.
Then I discovered the real junk food, not the literal, but the figurative. We settled down in our living room and rubbed, cuddled, and kissed each other like we might never get to do so again. We put in a favorite old movie and ignored it. I felt like a complete glutton. I love being held by Forest, for hours on end. It's the warmest, coziest, happiest feeling I've ever experienced. He loves it, too. We had a serious problem getting out of bed this morning for just that reason. We were so happy and contented we just plain didn't care if we ever went anywhere again.
But you know what? I think it's great. Today I'm smiling ear to ear, feel incredibly fulfilled, and absolutely can't wait to see him again. Everyone should have a place like that, a spot of perfect contentment. It recharges me.
Today I am packing up my cubicle and getting ready to move into my office, thank heavens. Of course, I'm particularly broke this week, so I can't just run out and buy some of the stuff I'd like to put in there. I really want a little CD player. Yes, I know, I should play them on my computer. Unfortunately, quite often, both of the CD drives on my computer are busy with actual work, so I can't justify using them for background music. I guess I am probably reacting to months of sitting here, listening to Jane's "Best of Celine Dion" album day after day. I can go in my office, close the door, and listen to Nine Inch Nails if I feel like it, damnit! Well, maybe not *some* Nine Inch Nails music... but I could skip those tracks.
I'd also like to put something on the walls in there. I've found that decorating your office is a big way of carving your niche in the culture of our company. Everyone states their personality, and sets their own conditions based on their decor.
For example, Jim has the office next door to my future one. He's a veteran of the armed forces, having served in Panama. He has schematics of fighter planes on his walls, one of them autographed by the Blue Angels. He also displays a few patches and medals. Lisa's entire office is filled with Detroit Red Wings stuff. Earl's office has enlarged framed photos he has taken in his rather extensive travels. Serena's office is all cats, Sandy's office is all pictures of her newborn daughter. My boss's boss Jeff has technological-looking stuff that I don't understand on his walls, true to form.
The point is, I work in a company of about 200 employees, and the only people whose names I remember are either people I work closely with daily, or people who have some sort of personality in their workspaces. The rest of them are nameless to me, and I know I'm not the only one who thinks that way.
I've been thinking that I might frame a bunch of my old theatre programs, photos and clippings from newspapers, and put them in there. That would be cool, except that I don't know where a lot of that stuff is anymore. I used to have piles of old programs at Jeff's place, and they may still be there, but I doubt it, since he's subletting his basement to Tiffy.
Last night at bell choir we took publicity photos, which will be printed in color on the jackets of our CDs and on our posters. It was the first time in almost a year that I've put on makeup, and that was a bizarre feeling. It made me miss theatre. It also made me realize that I don't own street makeup! I had to cobble something subtle together out of my stage collection. I did the best I could, however there's a chance the photos will show 8-foot-long eyelashes protruding from my face, and there's not much I can do about it now. It might just be the Tammi Baker look we all hope to avoid.
Tonight I'm not sure whether I'm going to get to go to Tae Kwon Do as usual or not. I have Kirstin an extra week this week, since her dad is working in Chicago, and my usual babysitter isn't available. Forest's checking with his mom, but I'm not going to hold my hopes too high.
Auditions for Dr. Faustus in Bath are tonight, and I'm sad to say I'm not going. I really wish I could! I carefully set up my plans from week to week so I could at least play some small part. Mondays through Thursdays I'm all set. The trouble is, I didn't clear my schedule for the performance dates! On opening weekend I will be on tour with my bell choir, and we have a concert at Dart Auditorium the next weekend, too. That's three of 4 performances that I can't attend.
