If you live in Alaska and work a job that has you traveling to rural villages like my brother, your airport shuttle ride looks like this

My commute on the other hand is full of stop lights, asphalt in varying stages of disrepair, people who can’t read the crosswalk pictures and stops to visit folks who know precisely what I want when I walk in the door all bleary eyed.

Another difference is that I live in a cube farm. Although I gave up an office with a window and a door for the likes of my new cell, I’m content with my surroundings and my one solid brown wall. There’s a window at the end of my short hall, and if I prairie dog it I can actually see through the sliver what the weather is doing.

Take the tour, see my excessive flair in it’s glory. Behold the flip flops. Please be sure to right click and save as like a good monkey.