I work in a basement. My office boasts faux walls and fluorescent lighting suspended from chains secured to concrete. When I moved in the walls were blue, of the ‘baby’ or ‘sky’ variety. Nothing about me is blue, not my eyes, not my sentiment… I’ve never gravitated toward the hue. Over the recent holiday, my spirited coworker convinced her sister to assist in painting my office a color more suited to my disposition. They settled on three walls of fire engine red offset by one of tan and completed the project on Christmas Day.
Now people stop when they walk by, and from adjoining offices I can see reflections of red in the air ducts. Nettie and Pam say “it’s like being in your mother’s womb.” A daily rebirth at the office, I gather. I guess things could be worse.