Monday, October 07, 2013

Open letter to my new office.

Dear my new office,

Oh how I have looked forward to you! And now you are here, and I am with you, and it is all far, far better than I could have imagined.

The light, for starters. Have I considered, truthfully, the cell-esque-ness of my previous office? I had not, not until today, when I walked in to you, my new office, to see all my boxed-up books and files stacked three deep, and the big, big window letting in the mid-morning sun.

I have culled and sorted and given and thrown away, all in preparation to meet you, my new office. Srsly: you cannot imagine the tonnage (maybe an exaggeration, but it's kind of justified) of paper I have recycled/shredded. And books relegated to the "Free Books!" table. I have done my very best to sleek out my worldly/office-ly possessions.

My books fit on the shelves. Narrowly. My knick knack-ery, mostly. Art, yes.

I only wish, if it's not too soon to ask, my new office, that you would manifest approximately four more drawers, two of them file-sized.

In every other way you are a dream come true,


1 comment:

  1. An office with a window is truly a gift. That light, even on a dreary winter day, makes working easier. Srsly.



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