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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