My supervisor at my fellowship decided that I needed a desk. So, I have a new spot, in the basement, in an office that I share with another woman. Thankfully there is a large bookcase that separates the room in half - my desk on one side, hers on the other. When Shea told another co-worker that she put me in the basement with Vanessa, the other woman looked at me and said "sorry." I wondered why. Well, today, as I sat at my desk wasting time (because two phone calls didn't take nearly long enough), Vanessa popped in some r&b music that had something to do with love, and started singing along. The bookcase came in handy so she couldn't see my surprised and less-than-thrilled face when I realized this was her normal operating procedure. Later, the music changed to Stevie Wonder, the Temptations, etc...which was a little bit easier to handle (gotta love motown!) but annoying with her low-key karaoke. The best part is, in the midst of this, she talks aloud to herself as she goes through her work...and at one point exclaimed "Hot damn!" and laughed to herself for nearly 3 minutes.

More serious posts on my duties to come. We are moving this weekend and there is much to be accomplished before then. I just wanted to share my office mate burden.