How fascinating does that sound? Yeah, I feel the same way. But here’s what I see for about 10 hours every weekday.
Front and center, we have the medicine. I have a horrible, 40-year-old desk chair with no back support and it causes constant flare-ups with my sciatic pain and arthritis. Thus…drugs.
There’s also a jar of my favorite lotion–a honeysuckle scented cream from Sweet Olive Soap Works in New Orleans.
On the right is a jar of Distress Crayons that I play with some days during my lunch hour (not really time to go out at lunch). I don’t much like them, which is why they are here instead of at home with my other art supplies. In the back, I have a rubber clown duck in a jar. Don’t ask.
I think you met Boudreaux last week. Boudreaux eats whatever I’m annoyed with at any given time. Today, Boudreaux is eating my asthma inhaler because I’m sick of all the ragweed fouling the air right now (at-choo!) and he’s also chomping on the university mascot because…well, just because.
I’m starting a pile of boxes for packing up my office in when I leave next March–well, technically, April Fool’s Day is my last day here, which seems both ironic and appropriate. There’s also a framed quilted rose that I did several years ago, and–what a surprise–a pile of books.
This bookcase used to hold a lot of personal items and magazines and books, but I’ve already cleared out everything personal except on the top shelf and the very top of the case, where I have various cows and alligators and rubber ducks. Significance of all the ducks? Because while at work, I often feel pecked to death by ducks and loaded down with lots of little “emergency” jobs.
Ah, on a table tucked back into a corner are stacks of MY books, where they sit in a holding patterns, waiting for me to find time to pack them up and mail them off. Also, some postcard sets I’ve purchased for giveaways, and some “Try the World” boxes I can’t bring to throw away because they’re so pretty and sturdy. I’ll find a use for them eventually.
My Mac mini wireless keyboard, earbuds through which I shut out my arguing co-workers, two small sets of watercolors, a jar of coins, and the bottom of my ginormous iMac screen.
Finally, my daily planner with notes from yesterday’s staff meeting and an art journal I keep around for playing with during my lunch hour when I get a chance.
Now, wasn’t that thrilling? I also have a credenza with my personal printer and more piles of books.
What’s on your desk?