Late last week, NewBoss Anais noticed that the candy bowl was getting low and brought in a bag o'treats for refilling it. I told her that wasn't necessary--that I was willing to pay for the candy and that I didn't mind that others were eating it because that's why I put it there.

The candy others like is not usually the candy I like. That's why I can keep it at my desk--the 'popular' stuff is rarely tempting to me. NewBoss Anais did ask me what I like, so I explained that I generally only eat Dove dark chocolate Promises and that keeping the bowl full of them would cost a fortune (not to mention making me fat).

When she brought the bag of bowl candy, she brought me a Dove dark chocolate Promise bar as well.

She brought me a latte a couple of days later, just for no reason.

I've never had a boss who was so thoughtful.

It's weird.

Today, the back of my head (you know the part I mean--the part that's never interested in what's going on right now but is always off on some tangent of its own) has been pondering decorating.

When and if The Gidget Co ever actually turns into a working concern, I'll be moving over there full-time. However, me being me, I'm not that excited about the idea of 'working from home.' I like having an office to come to.* I find the office ambience appropriate. A 'work' desk and the horrible fluorescent lighting and the bad coffee--all of it--spells 'work' to my brain. I can be productive--amazingly productive--working from home for a day or two on a special project, but for the day-to-day slog, you can't beat the familiar office environment.

When The Gidget Co gets going and is making us all rich, I'm going to want some kind of 'office' space.

I've been musing over the little studio apartments our complex has. I could walk to work, always an attractive idea. I don't really need 400 feet for an office just for me, but that includes the kitchen and the bathroom--both necessities. What's left is probably just enough to stave off claustrophobia.

In my imagination, I've been decorating one of them up to use as an office. Desks, bookcases, computer, coffee pot. The default carpeting in the complex is a horrible sort of beige that's perfect for an office. I have books that need to be on an office bookshelf. I plan to have desk space separate from the computer desk--sometimes you have papers you need to spread out. I want a giant white board for large-scale thinking and to accommodate my lousy handwriting. A smaller one for appointments and such. (As a rule, I don't appoint.)

I have a rich imaginary life.

I was sitting here working on a new 'Nut campaign that's not performing up to my expectations, and inspecting various imaginary lamps for the one that best-suited my imaginary décor when NewBoss Anais came by with news.

Sadly, what with one thing and another (mostly, I'm assuming the new website), we turned a profit last quarter. Not only that, but we exceeded our target/budget for the quarter.

That means I'm actually getting a bonus with Friday's paycheck. A significant one--running into four digits.

They're making it very difficult to leave this place.

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* I also like being able to leave my work at the end of a work day.