WHAT I AM WEARING – Since I have no court appearance or hearing today, I’m not in a suit. I’m wearing a mid-calf dark-green wool skirt, a cream-colored cable-knit Irish sweater, neutral hose, brown suede pumps, emerald stud earrings (four of them – hey, I’m not going to court), and a small gold cross necklace that I wear all the time.
WHERE I AM – In my office in the Justice Building in Helena, Montana, surrounded by files and stacks of papers, and pictures of my dog and my S.O. Boy, this office needs to be cleaned.
WEARING: Black shiny FBI shoes; a pair of dark brown slacks in some sort of canvas-like soft cotton material from L.L. Bean; buttondown oversized cotton Oxford shirt from the Gap, a kinda khaki-ish light green; dark green lambswool sweater-vest with a subtle pattern; a solid burnt-orange/coppery necktie.
Gold-rimmed John Lennon glasses and a silver hoop earring and a platinum wedding band and a Soviet Army watch and a Band-Aid on the middle finger of my right hand.
LOCATION: A window office (southern exposure) on the 9th floor of an ugly-ass 1959 skyscraper in Rockefeller Center, midtown Manhattan. Four bookshelves crammed in here with me, all double-shelved with books and manuscripts and a Little Ben alarm clock with a loud tick. Several framed prints by Lee Brown Coye, the old WEIRD TALES pulp magazine illustrator. A framed 1949 letter from Clark Ashton Smith to his editor at Arkham House, Donald Wandrei.
The bulletin board has things on it like the 1928 NY DAILY NEWS headline photo of Ruth Snyder in the electric chair; a 1930s postcard of Moody’s Diner Lunch and Filling Station in Waldoboro, Maine; a bumpersticker reading I BRAKE FOR OLD GRAVEYARDS from the Association for Gravestone Studies; my old membership card from the Melkweg multi-media center in Amsterdam; a card from Katz’s Delicatessen on the Lower East Side (in case I need to mail-order someone a salami at a moment’s notice); and a picture of the Airport at Great Falls, Montana.
Wearing: Black silk sweater under animal print overshirt worn open. Black slacks & black flats. Polish amber set in silver earrings & ring. Although the dress code is casual, I alternate between business and casual. Makes it less obvious if I decide to start job hunting again.
I’m in a private office but only because that’s the layout in this building. My office is very personalized. I hate fluorescent lights so I have four separate lamps to provide adequate light. Photos of my husband & kids, fan, boom box on top of the bookshelves along with a few toys including my brass balls. Walls have repros of antique maps of Poland, and an 1888 map of St. Paul, MN that shows the upper levee where my grandparents lived at that time and the street where my mother grew up. Latest addition is a fountain.
I’m on the lower floor in the bowels of a nondescript building in Boulder, CO. I can spend the entire day never seeing the outdoors!
WHAT I’M WEARING- a pair of faded-to-khaki Bean denims, monkey socks and boots, a blue buttondown shirt with little oval thingies in the pattern and a Fossil timepiece.
WHERE I’M POSTING FROM- A window cube facing south southeast on the fourth floor in the engineering building at the largest public shipyard on the East Coast.
Unlike several previous posters, my office has many personal touches; photos, sketches, books, etc. Since I spend 9+ hrs a day here, I want to be comfortable.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them. – Malcolm Forbes
WHAT I’M WEARING: Striped short-sleeved button down shirt, green windbreaker (it’s cold in here!), navy blue Dockers, blue socks, brown shoes, brown belt, Beavis and Butthead boxers (too much info?), pewter-frame glasses, Texas Tech University class ring (BA 1987).
WHERE I AM: In my Dilbertesque cubicle on the second floor of a building in a office complex in Westlake, Texas (suburb of Fort Worth).
Wearing - Blue Knit sweater with Hard Rock T-shirt underneath, relaxed tapered blue jeans, Loony tunes boxers, and Argyle socks. (My girlfriend has this weird sock thing, so I guess I’m being sexy, I don’t know)
Where I am - In my dorm at Western IL University, listening to Dave, killing time between classes. Fun, huh?
Stupid people surround themselves with smart people. Smart people surround themselves with smart people who disagree with them. - Isaac Jaffee
At the moment I’m at work, on the 17th floor of a building in Glendale, California, that gives me an awesome view of the mountains. (Unfortunately, we’re moving next door this summer, and then I’ll be on the fourth floor.)
I’m in my office, with pictures of the kids on the walls, as well as pictures and things drawn and made by the kids, my diploma from Boalt, and a variety of coverage charts pinned up on the wall. I have a big plant (6 feet or so) standing in the corner, and violets along the window ledge. My secretary is at a cube just outside my office, which is great because I can talk to her without having to use the phone or go looking for her.
We are a “business casual” office, so any day that I’m not in court or a meeting I’m usually dressed in some kind of slacks and sweater. Today I have gray pants and a gray-and-white short sleeved blouse, suntan knee-highs, and black shoes. Basic Movado watch (analog, NOT digital) that was a present on my 30th birthday, wide gold wedding band and my diamond on the appropriate finger. No other jewelry today, but I do have a tortoiseshell comb in my hair – I have a part off to the right and the comb keeping it out of my face on the left, and my hair comes down to my, er, chest.
I don’t drink coffee, so I have my first diet Coke of the day sitting here beside my 'puter.
I was supposed to be starting trial today, but last week we got continued to May 1. I’m staring at a foot-high stack of paper in my in box, and my desk is covered in stuff that was getting neglected while I prepped for trial. I’m procrastinating here . . . .
Chef—He fastens 'em all on with the large Band-Aid. That’s why I didn’t know he was married when we met; the glasses, watch and hoop earring were all covering his wedding ring . . .
I am wearing a suit–red/black plaid skirt and black jacket with plaid trim on pockets and lapels (black shell) black tights and black oxfords. gold post earrings, watch, no other jewelry.
My desk is in a little alcove in a fairly large city room. I’m along side a window that looks out on a national cemetery here in suburban Long Island. Silly posters and photos of my kids and grandkid are on the walls and on my desk,
Damn you people who can wear jeans to work! I’m so jealous!!!
Wearing: Beige Dockers, Grey Polo, Brown Doc Marten’s Shoes, silver ring on my right pinky…oh yes, and a white lab coat.
Where: In my Nuclear Med clinic waiting for this first cardiac scan to be finished…
“Universe Man - He’s got a watch with a minute hand, millenium hand and an eon hand and when they meet it’s a happy land - Powerful man, Universe Man”
-TMBG
What I’m wearing:
Brown hair, blue and yellow striped shirt, white undershirt, white pants, black belt, black socks, black suede shoes. No tie. The top button of my shirt is undone.
My location:
Dilbert-style cubicle on the first floor of a small office building on the campus of University of California, Irvine.
On my walls:
The Returned Peace Corps Volunteer of Wyoming calendar. (Today is Independence Day in Grenada.) A few scanned-in and colour-printed pictures of comic book hero Tintin. A postcard of Simone Signoret, and one of Jean-Paul Sartre. Another calendar of American Forests. A small framed reproduction of Whistler’s “Symphony in White, No. 1: The White Girl.” A bookcase with technical reference books. And my current lunchtime fiction read: “The Last Tempatation of Christ”, Nikos Kazantzakis. On top of the bookcase: a small reproduction of MichelAngelo’s David, and another 3-D reproduction of Botticelli’s Venus (souvenirs from Florence.) A small King Tut, a 3-D Tintin plastic figurine, several small stone animals, and a couple of Zuni hunting fetishes.
Jeez, Uke, why do you have a postcard of the Great Falls Airport up? Couldn’t find a post card of the actual outer rings of hell?
If you e-mail me an address at jhinmt@yahoo.com , I promise to send you an attractive post card of Montana to adorn your office. I also promise not to stalk you.
WHAT I WOULD BE WEARING IF UNCLEBEER HADN’T GOTTEN THERE FIRST: a chicken suit and a snorkel.
WHAT I AM ACTUALLY WEARING: a black chenille tunic sweater, several strands of Gasparilla beads from this weekend (for you non-Tampa dwellers, that’s like Mardi Gras, only with pirates) aubergine velvet pants, black stretchy platform wedge shoes. I will take off the beads for my client meeting later on.
WHERE I AM: in a dimly-lit room with the other artist and two programmers that make up my department. I sit at a monstrous desk that has my G3, my two monitors (21" and 17"), my S.E.P. self-inking stamp, some coasters, some books, and eight framed photos.
I am wearing a men’s blue thermal pants and shirt that my mom bought me as a maternity outfit the first time I was pregnant and maroon suede Converse All-Stars, untied. I had a green safari hat until just a minute ago, cause I haven’t had time to shower yet. They are coming to diconnect our cable today and I’m afraid they might knock on the door.
And just in case anyone saw me last night coming to or from work : No, these aren’t the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. See, that was a different blue thermal…nevermind.
WEARING: Faded black jeans, scuffed-up black Sketchers, black socks, black polo shirt. (I don’t always wear black, but when I do, I go all the way.)
SITTING: At my desk in the foyer of our office on the fourth floor of a small building in the River North area of downtown Chicago, just outside the Loop.
THINKING: What a cool place to work. And, I have to go to the bathroom.
What I’m wearing: black velvet hostess pajamas (it’s laundry day today and I’m not going anywhere), long red hair up in a bun so it’s out of baby’s reach, Seiko watch (analog), nursing bra (ugly as sin), and cotton undies.
Where I’m at: in a large ranch house in NE.
Gotta go, the boss (son) needs a new diaper.
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