Today has been just one of those days. A day where no matter how much time you put into something at work, when you come up for air after blacking out at your computer for four hours, you're still in the weeds. (Weeds. I love that show!) You feel like you've accomplished nothing. If you're me you begin to get shifty eyed and look around your office, fiddle with your iPod, light a candle, go to the bathroom, apply lip gloss, get a coffee, get a water.
In other words: Procrastinate.
My office has been a mess for some time now. What with coming back from vacation, then turning around a day later and traveling for a trade show, then being in NYC all week last week, I just can't get my shit together. Plus I've got a lot of balls up in the air at work. You know how that is, when your balls are all floating up there waiting for someone to give you an answer so you can grab a ball and roll it towards a final destination. My balls have no destination. My balls are in purgatory.
Add to the fact that it's Doggy Day Care at the office today. Now I like me a dog. I do. Out of all of the animals that boarded that Ark, pooches are my favorite. I never had one as a small child ("Three kids and a husband are enough Leee-SAH!" was what The Donna would always say when I asked for one) but I've always had an affinity towards them. It's just that the constant yapping, barking, Oooohing and aaaaahing (myself included) is a bit of a distraction.
With all of this noise around me I've decided to clean said unorganized office. Below is a tour of my work space. Sit back, relax and be thankful that you're not me right now!
Side table disaster area complete with non-alphabetized (is it non or un alphabetized...?) hanging folders, Post-Its with L's on them, tissues and three vessels in which I keep Pens, Highlighters and Pencils (for when I have to do math).
Actual desk disaster area. This part of ground zero includes pamphlets from the trade show I went to one month ago, non-camera phone Black Berry, a binder that holds everything important that I do, empty plastic tubes and a vase full of fake shells that I purchased at The Christmas Tree Shoppe down the Cape.
My view when sitting at my actual desk. These shelves contain makeup bags that we sell in our store. They are styles that represent the current season and if one more person walks in here and asks if they can have one I'm going to throw my SIGG bottle at them. Also that other desk and desk chair are extras. It's where my boss's daughter sits and draws pictures of me when she comes into the office. It's fun...
The Wall of Packaging (dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuun). It has three shelves. Shelf #1 holds formerly alphabetized, now extremely non/un-alphabetized projects in progress. Shelf #2 holds various plastic and glass packaging that used to be organized by size and vendor. Now all of the packs just kind of hold their own while twisting in the breeze. Shelf #3 is a shmorghasborg of shoes, bags of tubes, photo albums and a used paper towel...ew.
At least I'm going green! Well at least the sticker on the lamp pictured above is made out of corn based materials. It reads, "Think Green, Save Green!" If you're wondering what that window leads to, you can rest easy knowing that it's my own personal drive through window. It looks into my boss's office so when I need time off or an order of fries I just slide it to the left, call our my request, question etc and we're good to go.
"Prune..." I've got some work to do wouldn't you say? Are you digging my head set or what? I use it for long conference calls, barking at vendors or for calling JSlutt in the other room because frankly I can't be bothered with physically exhausting myself to cradle the phone. But how telemarketer is it? "Hellooooooo 1-800-MATTRES??" (leave off that last S for savings!)
At least I've got my candles and iPod for ambiance while I rifle through this shit. Let's seeeeeeeeeee DJ Girl Talk or some new Madonna...? Thoughts? Suggestions?