I'm not into materialism. In fact, money means nothing to me but a means to an end, so this post is not about materialism at all.
Yesterday I went and purchased a desk. I've been working for two years from home on this...
I do a lot of work from home as I am a Business Trainer and Mentor, but sideline doing graphics, design and layout work. Previously, if you can imagine that tiny little computer desk with a huge computer on it, then you will realise that every time I wanted to put something on the desk, there was no room to do anything. This was especially frustrating when I had a client with me and I needed room for them to put their coffee cup down, as it caused unnecessary accidents.
So after I received a good payment for a particular job, I decided that was it. I was going to do something positive about the desk need! So I purchased two parts - a main desk and an executive return. They are supposed to butt up together but I haven't worked out the best position in the lounge yet. But here they are for you to see:
Ignore the mess on the desktop, because I'm not quite finished yet. The point is, I now have desktop space to spare and I'm thinking that the executive return will prove a handy place for me to have my youngest sit to do her homework while I'm working.
The effort to put these desks together was huge! I tried to do it by myself. Imagine me and a 6 year old and an 8 year old holding pieces together while I tried to work out how to use these funny looking screws and caps. Well, I got it together alright and turned it up the right way and within minutes it fell apart. If it wasn't so tragic, I'd be howling with laughter because I am the "I can" woman!!!
My husband, who was coming up for the weekend to be with the children arrived just as it fell apart to my humiliation and abject horror, as we'd already had a blazing row about him helping me put it together earlier in the day. He saw what I'd done and scolded me for not waiting for him to help me. Secretly, I'm glad I tried and failed because it made him see how much I need his practical help, despite us being separated. Why is it that when you are with someone for 12 years, you develop a dependency on certain aspects of their nature and when they are no longer around you realise just how important they really are to you?
Anyway, I'm very pleased to say that it was relief when we finally got every screw in place. By the way, my error was that I didn't screw the screws in tight enough for them to expand the thing that keeps it all together. I did it as tight as my fingers could go, but needed to use a screwdriver, which I couldn't find. :))))
Well, now I am sitting at my lovely new desk, typing this and thinking about the new office chair I am going to need to purchase because now the desk is too tall for my chair. It just doesn't end...
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