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Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
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Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
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Working Space

Since I am freshly back in an office environment and new to the world of cubicles, I find myself without the basic knowledge of the veteran dwellers. You know, cubicle etiquette, the unwritten rules and regulations. ie. design, decoration, lack of doors/ceilings/real walls, noise levels. For example how do you disturb someone hard at work(?) with their back to the cubicle opening? I have taken to saying "knock, knock." But I feel like an idiot.

And what is the story with knick-knacks and various sundry photos, clippings and workplace relevant cartoons? Am I required to comment on these things in order to seem friendly? If do comment because I am genuinely interested, am I just annoying? What kind of crap or flair (ala "Office Space"), as I have taken to calling it, should I be swathing my cubicle in? So far I have one picture of Keegan and a postcard of a dog dressed as an indian & a cat dressed as a pilgrim (it's the backside of my vet reminder about Pepper's shots).
I know I should be more worried about other things, like I don't know, learning my job. Maybe it's the organizational psychologist in me or the "perpetual new kid" syndrome rearing it's ugly head. But these are the things that go through my mind.

Maybe you guys should start sending me things to put in my cube.

Edited: Holy cubicle Batman! I am not as crazy as you'd have me believe. "... your neighbor will be forced to listen to all the crunchy noises your apple makes." Damn I already blew that one. But does it count if your neighbor is crunching away too?

Okay this is too much! You still can't knock.

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