Manuel, master of the Well Done Fillet, shared his tidy, tea-bag encrusted desk with the world. He is a fine man – the Miss Manners of the restaurant biz. Far from benign, however, one must be careful to remain in his good graces, lest he feel compelled to poke you with his rusty “stabbing fork”.
He asked to see my desk*. i don’t actually have one. Well, i have one, but i don’t do anything there, except pile shit into random stacks, keep important papers in theoretically safe places, and lose my daughter’s W-2 tax statement in an annual ritual that pisses off both of us**…
This is what i submitted to the fine people at “desked“.
Not technically a desk. But for me, the “office” is where the laptop resides. This is where i write. Pay bills. Yap on the phone with my mother while surfing the internet. Stare vacantly into space, scratching my bits, and contemplating important stuff…
Pack of Marlboro’s, glass of Diet Coke and my cell phone on the table. Guitar strings in the basket below. Pretty uninspiring. But it’s comfortable. My bubble. It is what it is…
* Silverstar has played along, too… and has a much more interesting collection of ‘stuff’.
** Last year, i lost her annual earnings statements, and she had to move mountains to get a duplicate. This year? You guessed it. But i thought i’d found it – and assured her i had it. Until i realized that was a different statement – about a month before the tax filing deadline. So she had to do it again. When she e-mailed me the electronic copy? It came with the admonishment – “and don’t lose this one, because if you do I’m going to punch you in the face. Not really, but don’t lose it”.
My mother now expects me to keep documents like this. How rude. I’m being done by the maternal parental unit. Pah!
Thank god for laptops and wifi! Aren’t they the best? My favorite “desk” is my patio on a summer night with a baseball game on the radio and the bug candle burning.
Your sofa looks like something one could easily get lost in. in a good way….
I can’t take pictures in my office, anymore. We are a camera-free building, except for the one official camera for awards functions.
Look for mine later in the week.
dolce – how dare she? ruderuderuderuderude! but alas, i shall be punting this onto my sproglets in short order… they need to get up to speed, to allow me to couch-surf my way around the world, responsibility free!
unbearable banishment – my next purchase for the barbie party cave? comfy furniture / table for the deck! yes, i shall spend some time in the sunshine, being crapped on by birds, this spring/summer!
stephanie – there is usually a large brown, furry object slobbering on the sofa. hard to get lost when you’re sharing space with a big mutt!
uncle keith – how about the urinals?
annie – cool! a real writer-desk!
Isn’t she old enough to lose her own statements?
your desk will be up next week and we welcome more submissions……
It goes without saying that we haven’t removed those.
kyknoord – my thought exactly! i’ve given them a pass so long as they’re living in student apartments, being somewhat transient… but next year? well, assuming that the new grad finds work this year… it may not be an issue!
manuel – with all of the travel i do, i may start documenting my hotel workspaces. i do more actual work there than i do at my office desk these days!
uncle keith – smart ass.
Well, we got you desked. If you look at the website, you will see other “desks” similar to yours. And yes, my desk has an interesting collection of “stuff”.
Can i come round to your desk sometime?
daisyfae! You bin robbed! “Dogs Playing Poker” is…….gone! *sob* Say it ain’t so!