November 5, 2010 > Happy Living: One Day at a Time
Happy Living: One Day at a Time
Home Office Space
A table, a chair, a flat monitor, a keypad, a mouse pad, and voilą, I have a homemade office. It is positioned right behind a file cabinet covered with foreign stickers from my travels, and many-city magnets. My workspace has a window with Venetian blinds to close out nosy neighbors or bring in nature when it comes to visit, such as the lonely neighborhood squirrel or the occasional hummingbird. Direct light is important to maintain the characteristic office ambiance of my yesteryear places of work. Life is grand.
The Chair: well, the blue chair should have been thrown on my last move, but it remained with me; coffee stain and all. I am placing a handmade note "No Visitors Please" on its back tomorrow. For perfect balance: Pens, pencils, notepads, business card holder for the few I have accumulated (only eight so far) since my arrival. The Table has a single drawer up front and three side drawers on the left. Who am I kidding? It was my make-up table converted into a fancy desk, pretty though I think it is faux mahogany. Ah, the consequential writer's trash basket which it is now full with ever increasing capacity for yet another written article, hopefully not this one.
I do my best work here. Yes, this 4 x 6 space I call home office. A coaster I managed to snatch from The Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas positioned right next to the mouse pad reminding me that I have done well in my travels. The computer is turned on,word page is open, mental words seem to flow.
A must have lamp; old chrome with a yellow lampshade helps me find the keys. Ah, I can not miss the family photo, and the small French calendar on the left side that is supposed to assist my French. On danse? I left it in March 20th and never turned it further, if I can only remember turning the pages. To my right, standing from the floor up, a stockpile of books makes a made shift table that serves as another area to put things. On the wall, a large clock to remind me how quickly late it has become.
Away at the keyboard again while expressing emotions that can only be mentioned in articles about writing. I miss my old office without a window, mind you, it used to make my day having an actual office, but later turned into cubicles with no privacy for whoever walked by could see my head popping up without actually standing. You know those.
But my little private space is all I need. I am trying my best, it is functional not modern by any means, but is my unofficial space work. Home office designer: Me. File under: Work in Progress.
ElenaMartina has a bachelor in psychology from Austin Peay State University, and a Non-profit management certificate from Duke University. She wrote for nine newspapers in North Carolina before moving to California this year. She is writing a novel about arranged marriages due out in 2011.