Sometimes I think my desk is a cruelly accurate representation of my life at large.
Today was one of those days where each time I tried to clear some of the work off my desk, more would come my way. Strangely enough, these are the kind of days that I like. There are other days—not many at all, thank goodness—that are so routine, so unremarkable that I find myself having a little moment of panic as I think, What if I wake up one day and I am 45 and I am still doing this?
(I should be so lucky. What’s to complain about? I work in a great environment with amazing, kind, patient colleagues and supervisors, and I have the honor of serving the public and helping along the enrichment of a large population.)
Anyway, today was not one of those “Oh god, will nothing ever change?” days. If for no other reason than there was simply no time for anything but hard work! I suspect my bosses keep passing on tasks and assignments to me to keep me out of trouble. Heh. Little do they know how adept I am at multi-tasking!
Just not so adept at the keeping the desk clean thing.
Well, at least you can look at your desk and tell it is yours. Mine is just piles of work related crap and my boss's doctor bills. I would be ok with the mess if were at least MINE.
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