This is the front desk you see when you walk in. That little blue sign says "Please see receptionist" as if you had a choice. I also appreciate the 9/11 remnants and 6 year old newspaper clippings. If you look in the bottom right of the picture, you will notice a hole in the wall resembling a fireplace. It doesn't actually go anywhere, but we have a mantle.
If you take a left after the desk, you see my door! The filing cabinet to the left is where I am supposed to file things. More on that later. You can also see my coat rack with a coat to match every skirt I own. This way, I am never without a jacket when I need one. That is Tom's office on the left.
Here is my office! I think this picture best illustrates how one can have walls but no privacy. Please take special note of the door on the right which goes nowhere but has the number 39 on it. Also admire the fine plush chair I sit in, which has a nice squeak to it and is upolstered with what I am pretty sure is the same material as the carpet. We like to match around here I guess.
This is my bulletin board and my desk. It is a random smattering of things, mostly concert tickets and pictures of BU and Barron. That tissue box is the last remaining in the office, as we were told by our supplier that we are cut off. As in the whole building is cut off. I believe the memo actually said:TO: Building
FR: Supply closet
RE: Tissues
"BYOT bitches!"
I know I showed you my filing cabinet, but here is the pile of things I need to file. I think I will wait until the pile is as high as the lamp before really digging in. You may also be wondering, does that lamp work? Why no, it doesn't because there is no plug its tiny cord can reach.
This is what it looks like when I am sitting in my chair. I know it may inspire you to run out and Carpe Diem! That means "seize the day" for those of you who aren't "in the know."
Well that is my office. I hope it was a fun tour. Look for the Christmas edition coming this December!
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