Ten things on my desk
Just for fun, here's my desk at work (And believe me, you'll never see my desk at home. A geological team would have a field day with my home desk, digging through the layers). I've labeled 10 things with numbers:
- Data, data and more data. And that's only part of it. Much more is stored in other places. Also on these shelves are books of procedures and regulatory manuals. Fun reading.
- This is a box over a natural gas jet and vacuum regulator. Don't you have one of those on your desk? I keep I box over it so I don't kill myself by mistake.
- These are pictures of my guys.
- My CD shelf, ranging from The Beatles to Third Day to Matt Redman to instrumental soundtracks. Variation.
- Computer. If you lifted its skirt, you would see that it has no A: drive, no CD drive, and no working USB port. Do NOT load any files onto this computer. They like a "closed system" here.
- My basket of remotes -- one for the little shelf unit on my desk, and one for a CD player across the room that I use for my satellite radio. I use the remotes for quick silencing when I'm working, and someone comes into the room.
- Blue folder for purchase orders. It is sitting on top of a Copyright release form for our newest publication.
- VBS notebook (that would be vacation Bible school, not some weird scientific thing).
- Just so you'll know this is MY desk, those are highlighters -- all colors -- just cause I like them.
- Hiding behind my CD/stereo is a porcelain carrot. We do vitamin A research -- you should eat your carrots -- they're good for you.
Just so you'll know, after I took the picture, I had to go clean off my desk. I couldn't stand it. You would think that I am one person at work (who likes a clean desk) and another person at home (who can't find her desk under all the -- um -- stuff).
Does your desk tell anybody anything about you?
2 Comments:
Look how clean that office is. Wow! I wish mine looked that great.
Blessings to you.
Thanks, Kenny. The truth is, I wish the neat me from work would come visit me at home. At work, everything has a place; at home, nothing has a place. I think the "real me" is the messy one.
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