I have a studio office. Sort of. It used to be a dining room and before that we’re pretty sure it was a car port. Anyway, it’s a work in progress I can never seem to get quite together before it turns into a shit hole again. So today I propose you guys stay on my ass until we get this done. Sort of like Weight Watchers for ugly, dysfunctional offices.
So I’d like to share with you a photo of my studio office:
Yeah. I know.
Work. In. Progress. Since we moved in two years ago. Feel better about your home office yet? You’re welcome.
It should have been done last year, but I was in my third trimester and despite the fact I was nesting like a bird on crack and hanging ceiling fans while I was 9 months pregnant (mad skills, I got em), the office is one thing that never got done. And after Squirt got here… well, if you got kids, you know…
I swear up and down we’re going to do a renovation this summer. New walls, track lighting, storage system, a studio setup, maybe a little insulation, and you know, a lot less shit just lying around.
Believe it or not, I somehow manage to run a fairly successful business out of this mess. However, I am positive if this was a better, more organized office (and one day a small studio space), I could do a lot better.
So this is your job: Hold me accountable for my big fat stupid office.
Like Weight Watchers accountable: At your first meeting you stand up and say “Hi, I’m Steve and I like cake,” and everyone says “Hi, Steve” and then every week you do your best to follow the program and lose weight, that way you don’t have to watch other people at the meeting try to be discreetly overjoyed to find out they’re not the only one who fell off (on?) the fatty wagon that week.
Disclaimer: I’ve never actually been to a Weight Watchers meeting. This is just how I imagine it.
Next Thursday I’ll post another picture of my office and we’ll see what an embarassingly bad job I did.
Oh and for the record, the rest of my house does NOT look like that. I swear.