... it's not a pretty picture.
Yes, I fully admit I am Obsessive.
No, check that. I am quite Orderly. Too Orderly. So Orderly that I have to have everything neatly arranged at all times.
Especially at work.
For nearly 30 years, I've enjoyed the privacy of my own office. My very own haven to sort, priorize and file. And not only does the paperwork need to be put in it's place, so does my desk. I always position it so that I face the door.
Until I moved two years ago to a new building that is. With smaller offices and HUGE desks. Desks that were set up already... and gah! Facing The Wall!
And ever since, it has irritated me to no end that my back is to the door. Every day I deviously scheme on how the heck I can move it without anyone noticing. Or caring.
So yesterday I got it into my head that dammit I had enough. I was going to turn it around.
But in order to do THAT, I had to move my four-drawer file cabinet out of the way. And my shelving units. And take all my binders and toys off the shelves of the desk. And extract the desk drawers, remove everything from the desktop, unplug my computers (yes, two), printer, scanner, speakers, aquarium, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So no one could watch (and laugh), I did all this during lunch behind my locked door, manuevering everything inside my office like some kind of huge slider puzzle. I'm excellent at slider puzzles.
I was finally ready to move the desk.
So I grabbed one end to push. And failed.
I heaved. I yanked. I swore.
And that monolith moved a total of two inches.
I had to resign myself to the fact that before I:
1) Somehow broke the desk
2) Somehow broke me,
I gave up and spent the rest of the quickly-dwindling lunch hour putting everything back.... cursing to myself.
And I returned to work, sweaty and still facing that damn wall.
Nope. It wasn't a pretty picture at all.
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