I climbed the mountain of linens and hung a painting on the wall next to my work area yesterday. You can just see my desk––and my desk-bear––right, front.
Mr. Linens sits to my left.
We usually alternate days, but when we're both there, it's a constant litany of apologies for running into each other. Every so often he'll say something along the lines of, "You don't have to apologize, woman––you're just doing your job!"
I like Mr. Linens.
I chose a painting that seemed neutral to me, since lots of coworkers face this area. I think they like it.
One helped me hang it, and another said, "It's like a window."
Another commented of a coworker who fishes every day at the nearby lakes in summer, "Now we're going to have to tie Danno down to get him to stay at work!"
I haven't asked Mr Furniture his opinion yet...
Nobody makes much effort to make their work-stations their own. I'm not sure why. Partly, I imagine it's not worth it--the donations keep coming, it's always going to be a mess...
The common mantra is "There's nothing you can do," which is both a protection––"I don't care, I didn't like it anyway"––and a self-fulfilling philosophy.
The break room is uncared for too.
Mostly it doesn't bother me, but I noticed I've started to enjoy places that in the past I thought were sterile––
the nearby museum of fine arts, and the new downtown YMCA.
I'm going to the YM later this morning for my new-member's free hour with a personal trainer. My pulled leg/groin muscle is healed, and I'm stronger after a year of physical work, but as midlife, I have to be more intentional about staying strong.
I don't really want to, but I'm willing.
We usually alternate days, but when we're both there, it's a constant litany of apologies for running into each other. Every so often he'll say something along the lines of, "You don't have to apologize, woman––you're just doing your job!"
I like Mr. Linens.
I chose a painting that seemed neutral to me, since lots of coworkers face this area. I think they like it.
One helped me hang it, and another said, "It's like a window."
Another commented of a coworker who fishes every day at the nearby lakes in summer, "Now we're going to have to tie Danno down to get him to stay at work!"
I haven't asked Mr Furniture his opinion yet...
Nobody makes much effort to make their work-stations their own. I'm not sure why. Partly, I imagine it's not worth it--the donations keep coming, it's always going to be a mess...
The common mantra is "There's nothing you can do," which is both a protection––"I don't care, I didn't like it anyway"––and a self-fulfilling philosophy.
The break room is uncared for too.
Mostly it doesn't bother me, but I noticed I've started to enjoy places that in the past I thought were sterile––
the nearby museum of fine arts, and the new downtown YMCA.
I'm going to the YM later this morning for my new-member's free hour with a personal trainer. My pulled leg/groin muscle is healed, and I'm stronger after a year of physical work, but as midlife, I have to be more intentional about staying strong.
I don't really want to, but I'm willing.
5 comments:
Thats a real mountain of work.
Nothing wrong in brightening a corner. Well done on healing too, and looking after yourself
Oh my what a mountain of work. I find it hard to believe that there is that much linens that are donated by people. I so rarely do so and find that I keep them until they are too thin!
Great to hear about the healing! Definitely take advantage of free stuff!
Kirsten
Wow! That is a mound o' stuff! I guess people don't personalize their spaces because there's so much stuff already around -- I'd bet that anything personal stood a risk of being lost and/or sold!
ps. The problem when one is faced with a pile this big is that one can feel overwhelmed pretty quick!
And then where does one start....
Kirsten
My dad could've paint that!
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