Where the Magic Occurs
So, I was sitting around Saturday morning looking at stuff and junk, when I realized that I didn't like my Twitter header anymore. Which led to the bright idea to take a picture of my actual workspace. Which led to this post.
This is where I work - exactly as it is. No retouching. No cleaning. Just my spot. As is. Kinda like me. ;o)
So, there I am - laid out in workspace style. You see my coffee mug. You see my pack of smokes and my ashtray. You see the myriad of writing utensils - one cup for pens and pencils, one for markers, and the last for highlighters. Two calendars - the plain one on the wall for keeping track of things and my bird of the day calendar in the corner. (Today's bird is the White Tern.) There's also a photo of my mom and dad. The remote goes to my little stereo, but I rarely listen to that. If you look closely, you'll find my headphones hanging from the drawer knob. Better to listen to tunes without disturbing the Hubs. The two books under my monitor are old Funk & Wagnalls dictionaries (A-L and M-Z). The corner of the frame you can see in the upper right is a copy of The Declaration of Independence.
For the record, those drapes are never opened. And the window behind them leads to another room. (I didn't design this place, so no clue why there's a window looking out on the sun room, but no windows looking outside.)
Looking at this closely, you can also tell I need to dust. Yikes, my keyboard. Don't let the dust fool you. If you could zoom in, you'd see there's no dust on the keys I actually use. In fact, there are hardly any letters left on the keys I use most frequently. Again. I can't keep keyboard letters intact for more than a few months.
So, anyway, there I am. Pretty much everything you need to know about me can be found in that picture. (Okay, so you can't tell what's on the monitor. It's a manuscript. Naturally.) All it needs is food and a little sculpture of a fish.
If you designed a workspace* that told your story, what would be on your desk?
*I didn't design it that way. It just ended up being that way.
This is where I work - exactly as it is. No retouching. No cleaning. Just my spot. As is. Kinda like me. ;o)
So, there I am - laid out in workspace style. You see my coffee mug. You see my pack of smokes and my ashtray. You see the myriad of writing utensils - one cup for pens and pencils, one for markers, and the last for highlighters. Two calendars - the plain one on the wall for keeping track of things and my bird of the day calendar in the corner. (Today's bird is the White Tern.) There's also a photo of my mom and dad. The remote goes to my little stereo, but I rarely listen to that. If you look closely, you'll find my headphones hanging from the drawer knob. Better to listen to tunes without disturbing the Hubs. The two books under my monitor are old Funk & Wagnalls dictionaries (A-L and M-Z). The corner of the frame you can see in the upper right is a copy of The Declaration of Independence. For the record, those drapes are never opened. And the window behind them leads to another room. (I didn't design this place, so no clue why there's a window looking out on the sun room, but no windows looking outside.)
Looking at this closely, you can also tell I need to dust. Yikes, my keyboard. Don't let the dust fool you. If you could zoom in, you'd see there's no dust on the keys I actually use. In fact, there are hardly any letters left on the keys I use most frequently. Again. I can't keep keyboard letters intact for more than a few months.
So, anyway, there I am. Pretty much everything you need to know about me can be found in that picture. (Okay, so you can't tell what's on the monitor. It's a manuscript. Naturally.) All it needs is food and a little sculpture of a fish.
If you designed a workspace* that told your story, what would be on your desk?
*I didn't design it that way. It just ended up being that way.
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