No, I’m not spending my days away from this blog filming some kind of TV show. (Although if I were, I’d want to be on Wheel of Fortune with my sister Jill. We would KILL.) Instead, I’m crazy buried at work right now. So buried that I’ve lost my will to blog (and eat, and leave my house–even more than usual, and watch Star Trek–so you know this is serious. Nothing gets between me and Jean-Luc Picard.), but only temporarily! I just need to leap over some approaching deadlines, then I’ll come back here, I promise.
In the meantime, check out the insanity that is my cubicle at work. Sometimes I take pictures of it because I can’t believe it’s as bad as it is. Last week was one of those times.
From the pictures I think I see the problem. There is no way out of your cubicle.
Aw, I can sense the stress from this side of the world and that makes me sad. But seeing your cube (even in disarray) reminds me of my swing-by visits and that makes me happy.