As soon as I saw it I got excited and prayed that if I plugged it up to charge it would work, and WON’T HE DO IT? He sure will my prayers were answered. That is, everything but the iPod and charging cable I found at the bottom of it. It’s apparently been sitting here for eons since upon opening the box, I determined I could literally toss out everything in it. Such was the case when I found a small box full of stuff I didn’t need that I’d stuck on the shelf near my desk.
Since it’s so small, though, I often have to toss things out and go through little boxes and such to get rid of things, so I don’t feel so cramped. Sure, sometimes I do these things while dodging various types of balls being thrown around - I somehow didn’t manage to dodge the ping pong ball that socked me in the eye - but it’s my space, and I love it. This is where I record podcasts and write and pay taxes and all of the things that require me to be stationary.
I put “office” in quotes because my space is really just a tiny carved-out corner of my children’s playroom. I recently took some time to declutter my “office” area. It represents a look into my musical tastes from a version of myself from almost 15 years ago.Įditor’s note: The following article is an op-ed, and the views expressed are the author’s own. OPINION: Because of my phone, my iPod is obsolete, but it still works.
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