Monday, November 21, 2005
Talk about a Work Station
Okay, welcome to my life as an anal retentive. Now that I work from home, I found it necessary to create a separate work space from the shared desk of late. So, off to IKEA we go and get this fabulous red desk. Chair was purchased elsewhere, but is also super sleek. Look how FREAKIN' organized I am.

The other wonderful thing about this work station is the view. How cool is it that I have a window view in a job I've only worked for three weeks? Uh huh, that's what I thought. Not only is my office twice as nice as the crappy state offices I've worked in, but the view is gorgeous, and no one is watching over my shoulder.

The only downside so far about this job is knowing when to quit for the day. On Friday, I stayed up until 11pm just working on organization, notes, and contacts. Of course, the upswing to this is that I work when I want to, blog when I want to, and get to be as anal as possible.

This is good stuff.

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    We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always— A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"

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