The Inception of the Nexus of Pink

I can never take credit for the awesomeness which was the Nexus of Pink.  That belongs to my friends, who became family.  There were sometimes daily offerings left at my cube with some little whizzy-wiig someone thought appropriate for the space.  Other times, I'd return from vacation and see the thoughtful measures, the time and effort friends would expend on adding to the decoration.  I do admit to I beginning the "accretion" of the Objects of Power to battle the forces of PointyHairedness and Career De-well-it-ment.  This began after ReOrg #12 under the ReOccurring Veep who moved me out of my local org and into the cow pastures of Both-hell.  

Ahhhh.... memories... light the corners of what's left of my mind.  'Twasn't all fun 'n good back in The Days and those were Dark 'uns.  They put me, the woman who should have the cone of silence, in the cube at the end of a long corridor where the only real place I could mount my monster monitor (remember tubes guys?) was so that my back was facing the hall.  As the youngest in the workgroup (albeit the one with the most experience in wireless) I got the last choice.  Or rather, no choice at all.  Thus was born my irritation and in a fit of pique one day, I cobbled together The Wand.  

That first object of power, crafted from dead birthday balloon ribbons, glue stick from the office supply cabinet (remember the days when you could actually find a fucking pencil?), white board markers, and WORD graphics.  This was the first application of the Gold Star.  If they were going to stick me with my back facing the end of a long corridor, well, then, There Must Be Decoration!

For those who never had the chance to see the finished version, here is a picture below.  It includes the point out of my coal black heart which was proven to rest well in a used Starbucks Grande Mocha no whip cup.  

The black heart was hand crafted in the shop of one of the best effin' install lead / mangers (I can't remember his exact title, besides it's not like we kept the same titles for more than 9 months before the next reorg).

The pictures are from RTC, not Bothell, but from such sprouts is chaos born...

My title of Evil Seed came to be after yet ANOTHER FREAKIN' OFFICE MOVE (who says shouty characters don't have their place in communication?).  This one moved me from Bothell to Willows.  I was placed mid corridor in yet another rat's maze of cubicles where one would wander around trying to remember if it was left at the lunchroom or right to be able to find one's own cube.  I had vendors who couldn't find me, so I added sticky notes to the beige walls with arrows pointing the way to my cube.  And seeing as I am more of a Warning, or a Bad Example, I labelled it for what it was, who I am.

One of my great friends actually hacked the official Dingular cube labels and made it official at RTC.  Before that, it was just a sticky note which never got removed.  Again, I was the one who could deface a smilie, but figure out how to find and hack the cube labels... nuh-uh, no way.  Ida had an allergic reaction.  I think of this as my ability to bring out the creative, the risk-taker, the thoughtfulness of others.  It's probably why I should go into management.