Tuesday, March 28, 2006
A room with a view.
When I was younger, I wore suits to work and carried a briefcase. I brushed my hair, wore make up and wore high heels. When people asked me what I wanted to do, I said, I don't care as long as I have an office with a view. I always imagined it would be in a high rise in some financial district, sort of like Melanie Griffith was at the end of Working Girl.Today, I sit in the Tri Valley facility, working on my laptop writing up annual employee reviews and I have a lovely view. It isn't quite the view I dreamt of, but in reality it is much, much better.
Britanny, Ben, Cassie, Pogo, Chevy and Ginger are all frolicking in the yard. It's a brown dog socialization group and boy, are they having fun. Ben and Chevy won't let up on eachother. Ginger is chasing Pogo. And Cassie thinks Brittany is all that.
The three employees supervising this group of crazy canines are all smiles and having as much fun as the dogs.
It's not a high rise and I can't hear Carly Simon singing in the background, but I've got the most excellent room with a view.
