trappings

today, at the office where J1 interns as the resident peon, he finally lays claim to his own cubicle and telephone extension. this is very exciting. he now has a spot to officially leave his bag at and a chair to casually sling his jacket over. and, when people call the main line, they can request to speak with him!

i remember my first white coat. we walked taller wearing them. also my first pager. in those pre-cellphone days pagers were the ultimate yuppie accessories. we hooked those bulky little boxes over parts of our apparel and felt splendidly functional.

a pity it is, perhaps, that we forget novelty so quickly.