Thursday, August 16, 2007

My Fantasy Office

I used to fantasize about having my own office. I didn’t fantasize about WORKING there…instead, I pictured my future office as a tranquil place with a small fridge and subdued lighting, where I could go at night and read or perhaps have wild sex on the couch.

In University I did have a few offices, but they were sickly places without windows or adequate ventilation. I did schoolwork in those offices and sometimes I slept in them, but I never viewed them as a sort of refuge.

I still look at buildings and fantasize about having cozy offices in them. Yesterday, while imagining the joy of having an office in an old public school, I realized that I already DO have an office, or at least a mostly-private cubicle...but I would NEVER think of hanging out there for pleasure. I spend enough time at my workplace already. Even when the six-year-old neighbour on the right is practicing his newly-discovered "shrieking ability," and the teenage neighbours on the left are bashing themselves against my workroom wall, I'd still rather be at home than at my office.

The more I think about it, the more I understand that what I REALLY yearn for is a PLEASURE COTTAGE, isolated but still close to my home, that is cleaned nightly by custodians and has a fabulous view. And a couch.

So in other words I'm out of luck.

4 comments:

VanillaJ said...

I'm sure Jon wouldn't mind you having wild sex on his office couch. Like how you didn't care when we screwed on you work desktop. It's just more fun that way.

Muffy St. Bernard said...

Just don't touch my post-its!

Eli said...

I still remember the old English Society office - ah, campus Modernism. "Why have offices with windows? Let's break with tradition and put all the windows in the corridors instead!" (My high school had the same affliction.)

Our housemates are great - heck, so is our office - but lately Sean and I have really been feeling the need for our own little refuges. More and more we're either buggering off or just keeping our distance socially, which isn't very satisfying, healthy or polite. Man, we gotta shift this around somehow.

Muffy St. Bernard said...

I know that feeling all too well, Eli, and I do my best to break out of it by being "super social" at certain times...sort of like saying, "see, I'm not a hermit!"

Yes, the English Society office had a small bit of "haven" to it, especially during the summer...but now, when I think of it, I remember unyielding brown brick and flourescent lighting, and a fish that died.