Learning to be a Jedi

I hung a Star Wars poster in my office because I can. It has become a great conversation piece. Especially since I'm not really as big a geek as I pretend to be. This morning someone asked me which episode was my favorite. I wasn't sure, I just knew it was the one with the trash compactor. Don't get me wrong, I like Star Wars, I'm just not a massive fan. If I could have an E.T. poster, or better yet a Goonies poster, I'd be a VERY happy lady. Now try to ask me questions about those films and I'll give you all sorts of answers. Right now, I'm just fooling my way through conversation. At least I know one thing for sure, I am not a fan of Episodes 1, 2, & 3. Blech, blech, and double blech.

I do have a knack for maneuvering a conversation in a better direction for myself, as I proved this afternoon with transitioning into talking about Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Indiana Jones would NOT get married, end of story, that man was a fucking playa'. And I carried that conversation till my coworker walked out of my office in disgust at the fact I would even talk about that blasphemous movie. Hanging this poster in my office is really an act of futility. I've got no real reason to have it there except to keep my office looking more "artistic" instead of sporty - as the previous owner had done. Plus, I do genuinely appreciate the people who stop by to talk about Star Wars. That's not all that's discussed in that office, but you can tell the ones who are testing the water with me, and those who already know I'm just a geek deep down inside and we don't even have to talk about it. We talk about other things like filmmaking and computers... and beer.

How one sets up their space is really a telling sign into the little intricacies that make a person tick. Most of the male forms in our building have calendars and posters of cheerleaders from various sports teams. Most of the female forms have pictures of their families. I prefer the Star Wars poster, a hockey player bobble-head, and the letters F.U.C.K. placed strategically around my office.

May the Force Be With You, Young Padawan.