As of yesterday, I finally have a workspace fit for a human being.

It's got everything I need, and I've even got a phone! But, as we all know, any job can get on one's nerves, even when simple amenities are provided, so in case shit gets too thick I've posted a little inspirational question to keep my head right:

Sure, it's a bit Spartan, but it sure as shit beats the alternative:

My work station as it looked in July: a stack of photo chemical containers as a makeshift desk, stuck in the corner of the photo lab.

My upgraded work station from August through yesterday: the photo chemical container desk now swapped for two discarded, unused computers.
Tomorrow I'll personalize the new place with a FIST OF THE NORTH STAR statue. WAA-TAAAAH!!!
2 comments:
YOU ARE SHOCK!!!!!
nice office kid, congrats on the upgrade.
-big mike
Modesty would give the workspace the benefit of a chance, then take it down mercifully and irretrievably, if it proved to still be a threat.
Love you and the acronym,
Jes
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