Host

As many of you know Nathan works for Host Hotels in their financial reporting dept. I don't know much about his work place other than where the building is and what floor he works on. It is not one of those companies where you go and pick up your sweetheart for lunch or surprise him at his cube in a trench coat and fishnets. That wouldn't sit well with them, actually now that I think about it, I don't know any financial company that would sit well with. Hmm maybe it just sits well with me. Anyway this past Friday he had to work late and so he asked if I wanted to come and sit with while he worked! This was like being offered to see the "OZ" or have Shawn White teach you how to snowboard , maybe not that big but in its own realm, it was an event that I was rather excited about. I came with People magazine in hand and a movie loaded on the iPod so I could sit while he toiled over year-end financials. The evening went something like this:

"Hi baby, how was your day?"
"Good but I'm tired, how are you"

then keycard to get in elevator, key card to get to his floor while in the elevator, key card to get into his dept., steal Aeron chair from the cubicle next to him, flip through people, organize my wallet, rid my purse of trash, and then...I realized my husband works in this


yes there is a cup that says, "Alkatraz" on in, a fly swatter, a Mike Green bobble head-Go CAPS- various beverages, and no pictures. I think I am going to steal his keycard and bedazzle that sucker! I fell asleep just sitting there but I snooped around at other cubes and his was one of the more exciting. I want to pitch a new make-over serious to TLC, I'll call it "We'll Rubix your Cube". anyway then this happened:

"Nathan I have to pee"
"Okay take my wallet so you can get back in and ....I don't know the code to the women's bathroom."
"Fine what's the code to the men's?"
"There isn't one."
Why not? why would the women's restroom have a code and not the men's? great no problem I don't really care because we are the only 2 people on the floor. While sitting in that stall though I was just hoping the cleaning crew didn't decide to come up and clean the bathroom, or that just as I was washing my hands in walked the CEO or CFO from the 15th floor and I had to explain why: my husband brought me to work, and why I was in the men's restroom at 10:pm. Luckily none of that happened. So the night was an adventure. I saw the foosball table my husband speaks of as though it is a magical leopluridon, I saw his lunchroom where he eats, his cubical where he works, the parking garage, and the inside of the men's bathroom.