For Crazy Aunt Purl

laurie wants to see my office.  who am i to tell her no?  so let's go for a little trip, shall we?

here comes the train...

here's a picture of the hancock tower just because it looked so pretty. 

there are two desks in my office but right now there's only one of us, me, in this office.  and i intend it to stay that way.  i had an officemate in this ridiculously small office for a short while, (because i'm a putz and way too nice and so people don't think twice about pushing an office mate on me because they figure  i'm not going to complain) and we were like burp and slurp, the way we were running into eachother all of the time.  i've been spreading my stuff out onto that desk since intentionally as a deterent.  hmmm looks too clean -- i'll have to bring more stuff.

here's my side of the room.  that's a knitted scarf you see there in the left hand corner.  and i'm glad to see i don't have bloglines up on my screen.  that would be embarrassing.

here's the other side of my desk.  doesn't look too bad.  i'm not particularly neat but i can't work in clutter, go figure.  also, everything i work on is on the network, so i'm virtually paperless.  i did not clean up before the photo shot.

shelf with stuff.

redsox hat and cvs brand triscuits.

caffeine

coconut monkey head.

my obsession wall -- pictures of j and mini coopers.

more mini, all of the time.

time to go home.