Just real quick because I know pictures of desks aren’t the most electrifying content. But just had to get this off my chest. Feitelberg’s desk stresses me the fuck out. Real talk. The entire cleanliness of the office in general actually, sorry to just single out John. The Pardon My Take corner right behind me isn’t exactly any better.
Just an absolute disaster zone that consumes my thoughts and attention on a daily basis. Like everybody was freaking the fuck out today because I wasn’t here at 8 AM like usual, thought maybe I got hit by a bus or was in jail or in the hospital or something. Nope, just worked from my bedroom talking to KFC on Gchat like the old days because I needed a mental break from looking at Feitelberg’s desk for a morning. Got like 8 blogs saved by 10 AM. Productivity through the roof. Not a Skoal tin or roll of paper towels or old dirty laundry or bottle of Tums or 1,000 of pieces of mail in sight. Yes I may be anal and have OCD but I don’t think it’s the most preposterous thing in the world to want to work in an environment that doesn’t resemble an 8 year old’s bedroom. Reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:
I don’t want to talk about Dave’s office because I don’t have my Xanax on me.