One of my favorite colleagues and I were talking about our
desks yesterday. He said he keeps his
clear of possessions so that he can be “in the moment”. I applaud his approach, but I can’t make it
mine. His desk is really nice. I’ve seen it.
It’s nice blond wood, and you can actually see the top of it in
places. It’s minimalist. It’s perfectly “him”. He’s a Zen Buddhist, and one of the most
focused people I know.
This is my desk.
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| The large bottle of Tums in the right side of the photo make my desk a highly visited locale. |
This is my desk from a different angle.
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| A place for everything, and everything everyplace. |
I have been working
here for five years, and in that time, I’ve come into a lot of “stuff”. Much
of it I’ve brought to the table, but some of it was gifted to me. I’ve joked that the reason I keep my desk
like this is so that when they fire me it’ll take me awhile to pack up, and
that gives me time to spew obscenities and defame character and carry on.
I love my desk. It’s
perfectly me. It’s controlled
chaos. I’m not as focused as my friend,
but I think you can probably tell that I am pretty creative.
I do need to clean out some detritus, but I basically love
everything about my desk.
This tableau is probably the best part.
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| Hard to remember what inspired this, but you get the general idea. |
Well, no, the very best part is the person sitting here, and
the work she does, and the passion she brings to the company, and the joy she
brings to her co-workers. Yes, I think I’m all that…and so much
more.
But the monsters in the cubicle are pretty freaking great,
too.
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