If I put a picture of my desk for all to see, people would wonder how I get anything done at all. I will tell you that every three or four days my desk is clean, neat and super tidy. What happens? Sometimes I think that it couldn't be me. That if I had an infantile brain, I would surely think that the desk had secret hands that come out in the night and scramble up everything, just to see me struggle in the morning. I should get a video camera.
Note that I type with my arms very close to my side because the only desk space I actually see is between me and the keyboard. No joke. Let me share what I see when I look at my desk.
2 Bars of soap (I review soap on The Soap Bar blog)
A retro clock
Phone, calculator, stapler, hole puncher...blah blah blah
Empty coffee cup
3 piles of bills that need to get paid + bank statements
An inbox that looks to be 2 inches high
3 credit cards (I buy A LOT of supplies for work)
All those pens I can never find (they are under my piles!)
A dried out, disintegrating flower and seashells (gift from Nina)
A pirate flag?
Oh, it'll just get more boring if I go on. You get the jist.