This is the first week I have not worked overtime in about 3 months. That’s a story in itself, but not the one I want to tell today.
Basically, I’ve spent more time in my office than in my home in the last 3 months, and in so doing I have made it into a little oddly-shaped home all itself.
The first thing you’ll see as you walk in the door is a comic about password criteria, given laughingly by my Papa-in-Town. But probably the next thing you’ll notice are all the hanging hearts. My coworker and I made them for our recently-married supervisor, but instead of throwing them away, I decided to add some (more) color to my office.
Sitting at my desk I can see past the hanger left from my graduation regalia out the door to the men’s bathroom. Kind of. There’s a pillar in the way. I can also see the tippy top of my nature calendar and my currently blank whiteboard. Except someone once drew a fancy border at the top and didn’t erase it, so my whiteboard is permanently marked with a green and blue sloppy fake theatrical curtain. Normally I have about 12 colored markers on the tray, but they were loaned to the office whiteboard this morning to boost morale.
To my right is the bookshelf: the books on the top shelf are organized in color order. It makes a perfect rainbow, and that makes me happy. The next shelf holds my mini coffee bar, complete with Swiss cups, 2 french presses, and tea tins from around the world. Also IT-related mugs which are too ugly for home. There’s my kid shelf with toys and Play-Doh, and my one and only watercolor painting of trees at sunset. It’s quite colorful, and I’m quite proud of it.
There’s a work print of a street in Europe that I, ahem, “borrowed” from a conference room in another building. It’s leaning against the wall because the nail I had wasn’t strong enough to hold it up. My purse occupies the guest chair. My own chair is lowered all the way to the floor because I am a short people. Behind me is the window. I’m in a basement, so my window doesn’t give a whole lot of light, but it is certainly better than none at all (experience: my last 3 offices).
My desk itself is rather boring. Tissues, computer, double monitor, a baby shower invite and paper lunch bag (all that’s in it is an apple). Three different drink vessels represent my various goals (drink black coffee, drink water, drink tea), and one mug meant for candy to share is currently empty. A book I’ll read over lunch, my phone, and a note from Stephen ❤ lie around haphazardly. My favorite desk item is a little bamboo plant (also from Stephen) with a butterfly and koala clipped to it.
My desk extension holds a lamp (I have 3 total because I hate fluorescent lights) and charging station, leftover paper from making the hanging hearts and two or three boxes of toner (I’m the printer girl). Probably the weirdest thing there is either the tin of cashews that technically expired in 2015 or the Snuggie inherited from Schwes’ move overseas (don’t judge, it makes a great defense against frigid air conditioning). My mug of Stabilo pens and yellow pencils is another source of happiness.
By far my favorite part of the office is the wall immediately to the left. Hand-drawn pictures and designs from friends and family create a collage of color that remind me I am loved. A map of Central and Southern Europe is graced with push-pins sharing my family’s whereabouts and various somewhat-related photos.
My office is eclectic and colorful, and was certainly a haven during those weeks of 45-55 hours nonstop desk-sitting. I’m still taking admissions for my wall collage, and if anyone find a nail strong enough for my giant Europe print, I’d take it gladly.