The Work Renormalization

Today was my first day back at work.

I missed it, to be honest.

Not that I don't love Anna, but it was nice to spend a day talking with folks who can talk back. I enjoy the efficiency and orderliness to what I do, and it's a nice balance to watching a baby.

My work-coming (homecoming to work?) was nice. I got there early to try and get a head start on the day. I had kept up with my personal inbox out of boredom during midnight feedings and to make my transition back a lot easier.

I'm something of an organization freak. When we did silly superlatives at work, the only thing anyone could come up with for me was "Most Colorful". And it wasn't because of my language. It was because of my desk.

Everything is color coded.

EVERYTHING.

I really hate it when people touch my stuff. Or use my desk.

So imagine my delight when I come back to find my desk relatively organized and clean.

Practically the way I left it.

I was excited.

Until I tried to find my stapler.

Gone.

Tried to find my notebooks for phone calls and to do lists.

Hidden in a drawer.

Looked eagerly for my coffee mug.

Missing in action.

Sigh. I could deal with those.

Did I mention I kept up with my inbox? I did. Did I mention that I maintain 4 inboxes?

While my inbox was nice and neat, the other three....

Holy disaster Batman.

I spent ALL DAY sorting out one of them. And I'm still not done. Did I mention someone was supposed to be maintaining each inbox?

There were two people. And a third.

More organizing? Challenge Accepted.

P.S. Pumping breast milk at work is weird. More to come on this.

P.P.S. Behind locked doors ONLY. Because signs of "Please Do Not Disturb" apparently mean nothing....