Perks

I have some interesting perks at my work. For one thing, we are right next to the airport. I mean the Ann Arbor airport, not Daytwa Metro. I like to watch planes and helicopters and things take off and land and I love when somebody is doing that as I am driving by. And occasionally, the Goodyear Blimp tethers itself there. There’s the building mom receptionist who goes above and beyond the call of duty to alert us via email when there’s a storm coming or there’s some kind of traffic jam on the nearby freeways. There’s Farmer J, who provides us with our own little market beginning with asparagus in about April and ending around now with pumpkins. There’s the co-worker who keeps me and my team members supplied with loverly objects that he ferrets out from thrift shops and ebay, et al. Crystal vases and things. Stuffed aminals. Red sweaters. Mirrors. And mirrors and more mirrors. You need mirrors to reflect some of these beeyootyful objects, don’tcha know. I won’t even begin to try to describe that long-suffering, cat-herding person in this space. For one thing, as I’ve said more than a few times before, I ain’t never gonna make no money off o’ this here blahg, so I better not do the dooce thing. For another thing, he is pretty much indescribable. One needs to experience him. I love these people, as if you couldn’t tell.

And then there’s my parking space. You can see the view from my parking space there in the photoooo. Yes. It’s my parking space. I park there every day. Nobody else ever parks in that space. Oh, occasionally some birdwatchers come along and hang out there with their cameras and scopes and things for a while. Mostly, it’s myyyyy space. And no, I do not have an assigned space. Actually, I don’t think anybody in the Planet Ann Arbor office has an assigned space. There’s no *need* for assigned parking spaces. Even for the management. There is enough space in our parking lot that you can pretty much pick your space. I have chosen *this* space. It’s in the farthest row away from the building, which would be the third row. And look who was in the pond right in front of my parking space this morning! It was the old admiral, keeping an eye out for fish. There are a lot of geese there too. When I first parked, the geese were surrounding the old admiral and there were so many of them that I didn’t even notice him at first. As I exited the Dogha, one goose started to flex his wing muscles. By the time I had gotten my laptop and other work-related cosmic debris out of the Dogha, the geese had relocated to an area farther out in the pond and only the old admiral remained.

4 Responses to “Perks”

  1. Margaret Says:

    That parking lot view is a definite perk! We used to go to the restaurant at our small airport to eat and watch planes take off and land. (with Mount Rainier in the background) It was lots of fun.

  2. Tonya Says:

    Margaret, that must be the “Hangar Inn!” (Or something like that, right? At ol’ Thun Field?) John and I used to go there all the time when we lived in my condo and watch people practice touch-downs in those little Cesnas and immediately pull up again. Fun place!

    Anne, I love your parking lot view. Definitely loverly!

  3. Marquis Says:

    I can see eagles from my parking lot, and Super Hornets too.

  4. kayak woman Says:

    Assuming the eagles are real birds and the Super Hornets are something man-made? 🙂

    We sometimes eat lunch in a little restaurant next to an airport “up north” and I used to fly with my dad in rented Cessnas back in the 60s.