ducey

Today I got on the bus headed for Denver at 732. At 805 I stepped on and started walking uphill to work. As I pulled out my phone to check the time (yes that's right, my very own cell phone, I'm back in the 21st century) I learned that my boss is home sick today and I don't need to be at work. So, I turned around and jumped back on the bus for Boulder. My job is going well. I have learned tons, realized how slow I've become at autocad over the last year, and caught a glimpse of life in a design firm. Since my beginning as an interior designer I've worked for architects. I don't know why, I just have. And each time I am reminded that I do not want to be an architect. There is something missing there. Call me crazy but spending my day specifying gyp board and encasing I-beams just doesnt' do it for me. Almost every day I am caught with the profound realization that I am actually drawing something that someday someone will use. Someday, these monotonous guestroom drawings will actually be used by someone....someone staying at the hilton while they're in columbus, ohio will actually sleep in that room. very odd. Meanwhile, Ross has decided he is going to back to school for architecture. We're so cliche aren't we? the architect and the designer. I'm not complaining though, because just talking about it seems to make him happy. And that's all that matters.