Ready, Set, Go

The number one rule of blogging is never blog about your job.

Eh, well.

When I am not at work, my mental image of the physical place-of-working is this:
I did not buy the plant, the Mardi Gras beads are from before my time there, and I have no idea where that picture came from, but it glows in the sun, and I must have looked at it about four thousand times and thought, "That's pretty," followed immediately by, "I wish I were outside."

Now that I am no longer an employee, my mental image of working will probably focus on this:
That's three years and eight months of to-do lists. Otto (hi Otto, if you're still reading this, I'm sorry I left you) suggested that I bind it and save it so that I can look at it on days that writing is going badly, sort of as a deterrent.

I considered that carefully.

But in the end this was more satisfying:That's three years and eight months of to-do lists in the recycling bin.

This is my workplace now.I have an appointment there on Monday at 6am. My new boss is real stickler.