I felt that photo of a woman working within a tiny space was appropriate right now. It has something to do with the fact I work out of a corner in my bedroom. It feels just that small sometimes. Today is not that day. We rearranged some things for the specific purpose of cleaning. It also means we fully optimized my workspace for bedroom and work needs.

In just over a month, I moved from just my laptop to it and one monitor. I had forgotten how much I liked the dual setup. So, I went a little further… Today, I now have three screens (can you hear me counting like The Count from Sesame Street, too?) set up in my space.

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Believe it or not, this is less cluttered. By a long shot. I don’t know how I feel yet. I do like it alright, though. It is nice to have more room. It is also nice to move my chair around. I was quite trapped against the wall before with only the two side tables available for me to use.

I got out the keyboard that I snagged from my boyfriend’s “old stuff” pile. I had used it in the past. Not my favorite, but it is better than using the laptop keyboard, in my opinion.

I am quite grateful to have my large monitor back as my main screen. It makes me much happier. Having a second monitor means I will be more efficient. If you have done home call center work in any form before, you’ll understand.

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My mostly empty cube shelf is now to my back. It is going to be restocked with essentials and the yarn I use most often. Everything else is going into the eternal storage shed. This is also known as the garage.

I’ve mentioned this before, but we live in a multi-family home. One particular person is going to get really mad tomorrow when all of my unnecessary things are stored out there.

He has a neurotic tendency to decide how everything is organized. He does this even if he has no real right to argue on some points. The other day, he was upset. Another person bought her daughter a bike for her birthday and wanted to store it, hidden, in the garage. He darn near had a hissy because he needs as much space as possible to do the things he wants. He seems to forget he is not the only person under this roof.

He wouldn’t stop telling me to take stuff, use stuff, and move stuff. So I moved ALL of my belongings into the bedroom and told him to shut up.

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This is a real point of stress and contention for me. I bottle most of it for peace. Sometimes I want to tell him to try stuffing his stuff in his already crowded bedroom… He is the only one in his “family” when it comes to the house dynamic. Our bedroom has two people with lots of stuff. Also, he has his own space. I share every space I use. I do not have a private room.

Take it as you will, but I have strong feelings. They sit in wait until the moment to pounce arises.

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So, that is my new office setup, although still a WIP. I’m happy with it.