I haven’t shared an office for oh, maybe 35 years. Maybe longer. But I’m finding that I don’t much like it.
I like my work space a certain way. Tidy, clean. Mainly tidy.
My office mate?
Not so much.
I have TWO boxes.
She has EIGHTY.
None of them are put away.
She has an equal pile of junk that isn’t even contained in boxes (we ran out).
I am so not happy.
However, if you just happen to mosey past my office, you only see my little bit of it.
Not the mess.
I feel like the Odd part of the Odd Couple.