Looking around my office, I realize that it’s like a visit inside my mind.
Yes, it’s a little dirty; obvious joke, my friend.
Seems that I’m either a sentimental guy, or I’ve got a future 15 minutes of infamy on Hoarders.
It makes sense that I have a collection of photos of my kids, and arts & crafts that they made for me, because they are two of my best little friends on this planet.
There are mementos scattered about, tokens of the loving, playful, and supportive relationship that my wife and I share. Fifteen years together, and counting. O_O
The vintage photos of Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron, and Jackie Robinson; along with the Ryan Smyth Team Canada bobblehead, and Don Cherry coffee mug, are evidence of my love of sports.
I think the can of spray on sunscreen sitting on the windowsill shows my optimism, as even in January, I’m ready for summer.
The tangle of cords from my laptop, to docking station, external hard drive, second monitor, speakers, headphones, and a multitude of chargers confirm I’m not Amish, and doing my best to keep up in a geeky-techy world.
The fossilized megalodon tooth, that sits on my desk, keeps me grounded; Reminding me of how small we really are, the short time that humans have been on this planet, and that no matter how fierce of a predator you might be, that nothing lasts for ever. Deep, huh? (Also – Hello, it’s a frickin’ shark tooth! – how cool is that?)
The menagerie of Hot Wheels, action figures, and happy meal toys, are here in case one of the kids accompanies me to the office, and in no way reflect a level of immaturity that you might otherwise infer. Shhh. Let us speak of it no more.
A final look around reveals a beer coaster and a bottle opener, perhaps because one of my favourite things about work is that at the end of a hard day, it’s even more enjoyable to kick back and play.
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