So, we just spent 5 minutes laughing at a richy doctor.  (A coworker came in and took us to the window, laughing and saying, “It’s a guilty pleasure.”)

It’s raining - a thunderstorm.  There’s a convertible out there.  The top’s down.  =>

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I’m feeling pretty great, laughing at this guy aside.  I have a window again!  I was moved from a private office into what a friend refers to as a “bullpen” and what I thought of secretly as “the pit”.  7 or 8 of us squished into a tiny walkway of a room…  No windows (no natural light) and no air circulation, so it was always 85+ degrees in there.  Now, I’m in a corner office again, and there are windows here!  It’s amazing what natural light and space does for my productivity.