I didn’t post yesterday. I spent 2.5 hours in a chair at the dentist. About half-way through, I almost started crying. I am so sick of going to the dentist that I am seriously considering writing a post titled, “Why I Live at the DO.” DO standing for dentist’s office. After the DO, I came home fully intending to run; I napped.
Working on filling my week with posts, I asked for suggestions. One reader thought it would be interesting to post a picture of the same place every week. This, I thought, had possiblities. I was considering posting pictures of either a prairie sunrise or a prairie sunset, but I’d have to get up pretty damn early for the sunrise and I’m at work when the sun sets. Still, I might decide to do it if I can get myself up early. Maybe for Sunday?
In the meantime, I can kill two birds with one post. Every Friday (or there abouts), I’m going to post a picture of my office, beginning today. My office is a screaming mess. There are books everywhere, piles of papers on the desk, a computer on the floor, my husband’s detritus from his voice-over ventures, and a daybed that has become my daughter’s nightly bed because her room is also a screaming mess.
Here is the current state of affairs. Don’t judge. Or maybe you should . . .that will be further incentive to get it organized.
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- View from the door. Like I said . . .a screaming mess.
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- My desk. Look carefully for the original Abby Road vinyl, a birthday gift from Mom and Dad when it came out; my sister got a Bobbie Gentry album. She will never let me forget. What should I do with the Beatles record?
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- North wall, featuring a variety of things related to a business I no longer have and scrapbooking, which I no longer do.
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- East wall. Note excellent original artwork by my sister and her kids.
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- South wall, home to CDs awaiting a new home on Mr. Snide’s computer and various other things he has no idea what to do with.
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- The floor
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Sorry about the dentist-yuk. Your office looks perfectly organized; I’m sure you know where everything is. Not saying I don’t love the Beatles but what’s wrong with Bobbie Gentry? I always wanted to go check out the Tallahassee bridge…
Well, I was very confused about the whole screaming mess thing until you got to the floor. Even then, it’s only in one small section. You aren’t allowed at my house as it would send you screaming out the door, apparently. 😉 It certainly sound like you know where things are, so I don’t see this to be as much of a problem as you might. If you get the desire to organize it, good luck. If not, hey, it’s your office. You should see the pics I posted on my blog way back. *sighs* It’s just sad.
Sorry about the dentist, it sounds painful!
Will have to check out the pics on your blog. Maybe there’s something about the bipolar brain that makes mess more tolerable. My mother is turning in her grave; I have often thought that the mess is part of grieving her loss. She would have been “so disappointed.” Getting ready for a visit from her was like getting ready for a visit from the Queen of England.
Yes, the dentist was painful. Wish I’d been taking pictures. One of my new front teeth looks great. The other one will be finally fixed in two weeks.
I’m with you on the Mom thing. I wouldn’t let my Mom come over, even when she offered to help me organize things. I save all my organization skills for work.
Here’s the link to my first posting when my apartment looked the worst.
Since I wrote it so long ago, I didn’t want to make you hunt for it. 🙂
Have you thought about getting a record album frame and framing the cover of Abbey Road? Those are pretty cool.
I absolutely thought about that. I think, though, it’s probably worth a million dollars now with the hipster interest in vinyl. Mine’s not a remaster! Sometimes it pays to be old.
In my best queenly vernacular, the dentist totally and completely sucks. The whole experience is simply barbaric — we’re not expected to put a drill somewhere else on our body and pay for the privilege. I wish you could have sedation dentistry. I wish I could too. So, is there a plan for the office to change in some way?
My favorite is paying someone to stick a cold metal appliance in my “down there” (Thank you, Speaker Z) and then pinch off a piece of my cervix. Yeah, that’s my favorite. I’m considering snitching one of Mr. Snide’s valium for the next visit.
Yes, I would like to change the office in the way of making it clean. No, seriously, I am planning on getting a smaller desk (or table on two sawhorses) so that I can put the books on shelves above it. Currently, nothing can go on that wall because my tiny arms aren’t long enough to reach anything over the expanse of desk. I think I’ll paint, too.
My arms are too long; perhaps I could send you the extra.
So sorry about your dental woes–that must be so maddening. But actually, I don’t think your office is that messy. To me it just looks lived in and well used.
You people are so nice, but you’re aiding and abetting my slovenly habits! I spent 15 minutes in it after posting and found three bills that needed to be paid!
I LITERALLY just got finished cleaning up my desk, sat down, and this post was sitting in my inbox. (By they way, I don’t find that to be that much of a mess!) So this post did two things: first, it made me feel proud of myself for finally cleaning up my desk area. It’s all organized and pretty now, which will probably make me happy for about another 5 minutes. Second, it made me realize that while you were fretting about not posting anything yesterday, I haven’t made a blog post in a week…and instead of sitting my ass down and being productive, I cleaned up my desk. Which will likely be a mess again by tomorrow…maybe two more days if I’m lucky. So I have a clean desk and no new blog post…you have a new blog post and a messy desk. I think you win 🙂
Too funny! You should post your clean desk! I spent about 15 minutes after I posted cleaning off my desk. Found bills that needed to be paid! Ouch!
The thought crossed my mind, but without a before picture…well, it’s just a picture of my desk. And a usually unrepresentative one at that.
I recommend that the next time you are in the dentist chair and you feel like crying, you should go right ahead. Your dentist may take better care of you if you do. It’s possible that I am an unusual dental patient, but I have never had that much pain while having any kind of routine care or procedure. The dentist should be able to give you valium or some reasonable equivalent if you need it. It’s their job to take care of you and it’s your job to make it look like they better get up on their game. You deserve to have every possible accommodation so that your experience is as painless and gentle as possible.
Furthermore. Speaking as a fellow, very determined, middle-aged athlete: you were right to nap. Your system was really stressed, and you needed rest. The next day would certainly be soon enough to get back on the trail.
Karin, I wasn’t crying out of pain. There was really very little pain. I’m just so sick of going to the dentist. Not that I’m super productive, but I just don’t want to be there for hours at a time. Missed my last training run before my race on Sunday, but you’re right, I’ll be well rested.
Loved this post tremendously. My study is a lot worse than your office. However, I try to convince myself that the state of the working room is often inversely correlated to the state of the working mind — and please refrain from dispelling this as an urban myth
Oh, I don’t think that’s a urban myth at all. I think there was even a study about it. I find, though, that I can only tolerate a certain amount of mess and then my brain overloads. So, I’m going to get this sucker down to a manageable mess that doesn’t add to my crazy.
oh hey, I have the same duvet cover. And my room looks something like that too
Ikea rules!
It does! Everything in my place is from there