I am probably setting myself up for a fall with the posting from work thing. What can possibly be of interest while I’m sitting at my desk? Nothing, that’s what.
Well, heh, I could tell you things about people suing their doctors, but I would get myself sooo fired. Which would not be funny, long-term. I can’t say it’s not tempting, but the lack of money and whatnot would be a bit of a bummer.
Ok, so on my desk there is, from left to right – a red folder, some photocopied letters, a three-tier in-tray thing which wobbles, a croissant, a bottle of water, a calculator, a desk tidy, a rubbish calendar I can’t write on, a cube calendar which rocks because it’s a bit like a Rubik’s Magic, unrecycled Christmas cards, a cup of water, half a mug of cold coffee, a post-it with cinema times on, my mobiel phone, a monitor stand, a monitor, a keyboard, a computer terminal, a phone, a mouse pad, a mouse, a tube of moisturiser, a barcode scanner with a really loud bleep a hole punch and someone else’s work.
I think I’ll go home early. That’s just depressing. Why did I type that out? Oh god. I had an interesting thought part-way through that but I didn’t act on it and now I just have the list. Perhaps I can get it back. Or perhaps I’ll just eat the croissant.