A cubicle with new view

I'm having one of those mornings where I got up at the usual time, made coffee, put the bins out, did some banking (because all of this occurs on a Wednesday) and now I'm sitting here procrastinating looking through my Flickr photos.

It's one of those days where going to work seems like the worst possible option and I'm dreaming of dusting off my backpack and taking out my camera for a new adventure.

I'm not usually the type of person who has too many personal items in the office. A habit from being a serial contractor, I suppose. You don't want to get too settled because you'll just have to move it all again. But after two years in the same place (albeit, I have moved around different roles since being there) I'm noticing some decoration of the cubicle occurring. Mostly by way of photos.

Travel photos mostly... and some of Richard. Because once work was an important part of my life (getting to the writing positions I wanted), now seems just like any other job. I used to have no trouble working buckets of over time, but now I can't get to the weekends fast enough. It's just not that important to me anymore. Spending time with my friends and Richard and going on holidays - that's mostly what I care about. Hrm, when I think about it... travel has always been my goal of working... so yeah, I guess not too much has changed in that regard.

But here I am procrastinating further by writing in this blog. Putting off the need to go iron some pants and make the bed and put on some makeup - turn into work Denver. Blergh. Least work Denver now has some pretty inspirational photos to look at in her cubicle with no view.

So... I'm just going to have wee rant about work for a bit, because the last few weeks have been difficult to tolerate. Not exactly easy when your partner is feeling equally unsettled in his job and dreaming of greener pastures, but I'm trying to keep on until the project completion.

Initially, I thought I would like to stay on for a long while, but circumstances, which I won't go into here, have changed my mind and I think I'll be happy to leave once the disability project has finished. Not that websites ever really finish, they continue to grow and expand, an every changing life form of their own.

But for all my complaining and restlessness I'm having an inspiring month - I've been given the Arts and Culture section to write on our website, much to my delight, since this is an area close to my heart.

Last week I had the pleasure of speaking with a member of National Disability Services (NDS), who we liaise closely with for this project. She's a former professional dancer who developed MS ten years ago, naturally bringing her extensive and international dance career to a halt. Michelle is an amazing presence, however, very enthusiastic about our project, filled with ideas and she brings a great deal of energy to the table, while lately I feel my energy levels are running on empty. Speaking with her gave me a bit of a boost and I plan to ask if we can do a feature story on her for the website.

Today, I spoke with the Executive Director of Access Arts Queensland, an organisation dedicated to accessible arts in all it's forms, specifically focusing on communities and people with disability. In my job I'm fortunate to see up close the small differences that communities and people driven organisations can do for their community and those at a disadvantage. As I sat in Emma's office, blind with her yellow guide dog at my feet, it was great to speak with her about all the work Access Arts do around the state and how much knowledge can be gained from speaking to these types of people.

Next week I'm less out and about and am in conversations with Arts Queensland, and while another government department, seem very enthusiastic about having a say and feel they will have rich resources to draw from. I only hope so, because while exhausting and having to deal with challenging members of my team, in the end this is the type of job I always felt fit my personality. A writing position that, albeit somewhat removed, makes a small difference in the world. In this case, the world of Queenslanders with disability.

Putting it down in writing helps remind me of that.