I shouldn't be cleaning my office on Christmas Eve, but I am. I tried working in here yesterday, and rammed into the pile of books and not-yet-filed stuff every time I spun my chair to the right.
It's the little things that drive one to the snapping point.
Granted, my office is a converted third bedroom, about 72 square feet. Larger than my day job cube, but you know, bookcases. And stuff was piled on the floor in such a way that I couldn't get to the supply closet. So, triage. A cardboard box was resurrected from the basement, and the 2006 files and unfiled receipts piled within, then pushed beneath the desk in a place where my feet won't hit it. Unshelved books were exiled to the basement bookshelves. I can now spin my chair with impunity, and the floor is cleared. True filing and organization will have to wait until after the completion of ENDGAME, but at least the dogs can come in here without stepping on phone bills and tipping over the stacks of books.
The house of my dreams...would be all office, with built-in bookcases filling three walls and the fourth opening out onto the sloping lawns and the separate gazebo office where I would work on balmy days. Yeah, I'd have a bath and a kitchenette somewhere because, you know, food and hygiene. Not too worried about having room to entertain friends. I mean, I have friends...last time I checked...but you know, bookcases. And file cabinets.
I've heard rumors that there are people who do not understand bookcases and do not see them as a selling point in a home. Are any of these people running this country at present, because if they are it would explain a hell of a lot.
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technomage was the winner of the Tuckerization offered in the Jay's Neighbor auction. Hope he doesn't mind my announcing it here, but he announced it in his LJ, so I figure it's OK.
