[Blogger’s Note:  although I think about cookies every day, some days I don’t bake.  I know, “Gasp!”  Well, on those days, I tend to write about random observations.  Sort of mental mind wandering, so I can go about the rest of my day.  So, if you are visiting and new to my posts, just sit back and enjoy the ride.  Oh and by the way, remember that today is a great day for a cookie.  Yours in all things bright and beautiful, Cookie Dave]

Yesterday, in addition to my youngest son going to Kindergarten, there were also changes at work.  It was my first full day at a new desk.  You see, in my world of part-time work, I did not really require the desk in a room with a door, so I was relocated to a workstation.  No problems, although it did create a tense moment, when I used the word “flummoxed” on the phone.  Could people hear?  Was it the wrong use of “flummoxed?”  By the way, “flummoxed” is a perfectly good word, but it certainly sounds wrong.  Perhaps some ill-conceived word association immediately places it in a category with gastrointestinal ailments.  “Honey, I’m headed out to Walgreens to pick up some Zantac to deal with this nasty flummox.”  Oh well, anyway, my one regret, before I moved to my new desk was that I did not look further into this mysterious ceiling tile, which was located over my old desk.

Cool, huh?  It sort of looks like something from the “Da Vinci Code:  Office Edition.”  What does it mean?  Where does “D 52/53” lead to?  What treasures await?  If only it were still in fashion to wear fedoras to work, I may have crawled up there and found out.

Any who, I really like my new work space.  Plenty of light and open air, plus my new chair is super cushiony.  Cushiony to the point of being almost bouncy.  Plus, the walls are made of this cool bulletin board-like fabric, where you can stickpin stuff to the walls.  Unable to resist this new feature, I started pinning Post-it Notes of things to do on the walls.  Sort of a contradiction using pins to hang Post-it Notes, but it was fun and effective, so back off.  Fun until I noticed the length of the stickpins in my new desk drawer.  These stickpins are super long.  Not hypodermic needle type long, but still really long for a stickpin, almost to the point of being intimidating.  Well, there I was pinning “to do” Post-it Notes to my new wall, when I was struck by a fear, “What if these super long pins are going straight through the wall and endangering my cubical neighbor?”  Was I really that type of a bad co-worker?  Borderline “Flummoxing Thought of the Day.”

Things were working out well in my new office space, with one exception.  My workstation is second in on the aisle and when I scurry back from the shared printer, with my head down in “looking very efficient at work mode,” I accidently wander into the first cubical and not the second.  Fortunately, the first cubical was vacant yesterday morning, so when I rushed in three or four times by accident, I did not actually run into a cubical neighbor.  This however is the least of my concerns.  What if my fears about the stickpins extending into the neighboring cubical are true?  What if I accidently impale myself, with those extra-long stickpins, when I rapidly wander into the wrong cubical?  I live on the edge.  On the flummoxing edge of danger.