I have whined my way into the office. OUR office. Since we moved to this hole in the ground 3 years ago, I haven’t had a proper home for my ‘puters. Sure, I can internet in bed, on the couch, on planet futon, at the kitchen table… but it’s never felt quite right having the heat from the laptops radiating towards my genitals.

I whined, and complained, and at one particularly hormonal moment I actually cried. Now I have a cheap-ass Ikea desk named Flarke. Hi Flarke! and a spot as wide as Flarke (80 cm or 2.62 feet -whatever that means) in between a dresser (also cheap-ass Ikea) and a pile of plastic storage bins. Not the classiest joint, but I have room for my two laptops, my blackberry, a bottle of vitamin water, my much loved headphones (because I can only keep my minimalist set-up here if I promise to be QUIET.

I probably won’t last too long in here.

There are good reasons why I haven’t been “allowed” in the office before. I don’t know why I haven’t had a desk. I did, but for some reason I gave it away to some friends before I’d even set it up. Charitable, but stupid.

This may or may not mean a lot more of the blogging type stuff. I don’t really know.  I know it does mean that I’ll be less prone to reading e-mails and leaving people hanging. I’ve been really sucking like that.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 at 8:02 pm and is filed under daily post.