Light of my life

Ding dong, the contractor's gone. Huzzah!

For the past couple of months I've had a contractor sitting next to me. I can't say it's been a great experience, but he finally finished on Friday and I'm absolutely delighted to see the back of him. He wasn't a bad person by any means (although he was decidedly mediocre programmer), but our various quirks intersected rather badly. Most of it was fairly trivial, like the fact that he insisted on eating smelly food at his desk, or that he always managed to sit just a shade to close to me, despite having a considerable amount of desk space of his own to play with. Those traits I could live with, but by far his most irritating habit was insisting that blinds had to be closed as the light was reflecting off his screen. Perhaps not the most heinous of crimes, I'll agree, though it didn't seem to bother anyone else in the area. It wasn't too bad to begin with, at the tail end of summer, but as the days faded to dusk earlier and earlier, I started to grasp for whatever meagre traces of daylight I could find, only to find myself rebuked if I tried to let the most fragile ray of light into the office. Sitting in a dull grey office, under the most pallid of fluorescent lights, all the while knowing that the light of the sun is just the forbidden tug of a blind cord away has not done anything to improve my mood.

But like I said, he's gone, goodbye, good riddance. Today I took immense pleasure in drawing back all the blinds in the office. For the rest of the afternoon I sat at my desk bathed in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

And it was glorious.