IMISSMYDOOR

This word you see as title of this blog is a word I hear in my head most days. You may think it's a made up word, fabricated in my cubicle drained mind, but it's not. It's a word with a meaning. Imissmydoor. It means, in simple terms, that my head won't unclog. The noise.... phones, voices, footfalls, clearing of throats, coughing, bracelets jangling...it all clogs up my head and imissmydoor. It's a word that says it all. Since we moved to this new office, it's been difficult not to feel that imissmydoor EVERYDAY. It's something I have just come to live with...that desire to feel solid wood and brass door knobs in my hand and just shut my DOOR! Hey....I don't have a door! I used to. I loved my door, and now imissmydoor. I say it so often and so fast, it all comes out into one jumble of letters and made a word...and it has become as real to me as the word "draft" or "data" or "form." Imissmydoor SO MUCH! I know if I could just feel that solid wood in my hands and touch those little panes of glass...my heart would be lighter and my head would unclog and this cubicle would be nothing but a thing of the past, a bad dream that left me shaken. Imissmydoor. I wonder if it misses me, too.