profile: bev

hi, my name is bev and i am 34.

I work in an office, and have my own partial cubicle. In my opinion, the walls are not as high as i'd like them to be. i have pictures of my nieces and my two cats on those walls. i poked holes in them with pins, or tacks, or whatever you want to call them. I picked those four pictures, because they are deemed appropriate. Nobody ever told me this.. i just assumed it was acceptable, because co-workers had something similar. This guy, Greg, in the cubicle beside me, has pictures of him fishing, several of his son, and a drawing that (i am under the impression) his son drew.

no offense to my cats and nieces, but I wish sometimes that I could have a picture of a window, to my left. And that window would have a view of a nice sunny, summer day. beside that, i would have a photo of me at my best friends bachelorette party, last summer. I am having the time of my life and have the biggest smile on my face, as some hired (naked) entertainment is shaking their junk in my face.
..If it didn't cause the potential loss of my job, I might consider having two small voodoo dolls pinned to the wall, of my boss and his wife.

I work in the field of accounting. I usually don't bother explaining my job to people. So "accounting" is the only thing I ever say about it when asked. I would rather have an interesting conversation, because I know they only ask because they always have. Nobody actually wants to know. Once upon a time, I wanted to be a vet. Everyone wanted to be a vet, when they were five. Twenty years after I wanted to be a vet, I had my heart set on owning a little coffee shop.
..Now I work in accounting.

When I think about things at night, I think about things like how much I wish I had strawberries for my cereal, like how I see in the commercials. Or how I don't exercise enough. Or how I much Greg from work, brags about his son too much.
..Or how I can't wait until my boring life encounters a tragedy, so that maybe something will make me live a little harder.