Where I Spend My Days

I got this idea from Dri's rabbit hole posts, where she grabbed a picture of Josh's desk at work and passed it off as hers. The idea was to put up a picture of the place where I spend most of my waking life: my desk at work. Sadly, I'm not quite feeling deep or writerly (or even awake) enough to really do a good bit of rambling about what one's personal workspace says about one (let alone what my personal workspace says about me), so I'll just do the picture-worth-a-thousand-words thing and give you a few images, with a smidge of commentary. (Yes, these pictures are small and relatively dark, but it's the general gist that counts, right? Right.) If you want to know more (or feel like floating a theory of who-I-am-based-on-my-workspace), you'll have to ask and/or comment. Ready? Here we go.

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Here's the view I most often have, staring straight at my computer screen. My actual desk is off to the left there. Those french doors overlook the main drag of our quaint little small town (we're on the second floor). I have a tiny little wrought iron balcony out there that makes me think of New Orleans when I stand on it (but with way more pigeon poop and far fewer parades).

Moving around the room from right to left, you can see my desk in the foreground and my bookshelves in the back. I had to close the blinds on the french doors or the shot wouldn't have come out.

The bookshelves across from my desk that I stare at all day when I'm not staring at my computer or out the french doors. And yes I cleaned my desk before I took these pictures, thanks for asking.

This is what you'd see if you were sitting in my "guest chair" across from my desk, looking at me sitting behind my desk. Off to the right of this picture here are filing cabinets, shelving units with marketing materials, the entryway to my office and a little tiny kitchen in here too, but I didn't bother taking pictures of all that.