Calendarless – Part II

It took me approximately 2.7 days* to buy another calendar, thus ending my calendar strike.

I just couldn’t stand to look at the naked wall behind my computer monitor anymore. Not only was it not at all aesthetically pleasing, it offered absolutely nothing by way of date identification.

Surprisingly, the selection of 2012 calendars seemed much better than when I had looked in December. Perhaps the fine people at the publishing companies are little ol’ procrastinators like me. At least when you buy a calendar on January 19th, it only costs €5. So there’s definitely a plus side to waiting.

The new calendar has bouquets of flowers on it, just like I wanted. I realize this isn’t the most original idea for a calendar, but it honestly makes me feel like someone has given me flowers every time I look at it (although of course I would still appreciate fresh flowers on my desk *cough**hiccup*hint, hint*aaachoo!*).

Despite the new calendar, and one I got from our cleaning ladies at work, my wall is still pretty bare. I can’t decide if I want to hang up a photo of Baby Lovely on it or if I’d rather hang up the usual work-related, supposedly useful paper crap.

Honestly – for those of you who work at a desk all day, do you EVER reference those sheets of paper you’ve got hanging on the wall? Do you ever get a phone number from the ratty, 3-year-old-horribly-inaccurate list hanging by a thread behind your phone, or don’t you have most of them memorized, and the others you get from some other source?

I suppose I have used some of those reference items in the past, but it’s very rare. And who wants to decorate with lists and tables? Bleh.

On the other hand, if I hang up a picture of Baby Lovely, I’ve got to deal with the usual comments…(“She’s NOT sleeping through the night yet?! My baby did that at 2 months!”  “Is she liking day care? I just COULDN’T send MINE to day care, I figure, if you’re going to have kids, you should stay home with them!”) Plus, I don’t actually know if I want to stare at her all day long. It might make me miss her, or distract me, or whatever.

Wouldn’t you be distracted by this face?

(Okay, okay…I’m a bit biased.)

Perhaps I should choose yet another option for office decor.

 I could hang up this Welcome Back Kotter poster:

This quick reference guide of edible Thai river fish:

Or this amazing picture of a man who has been surgically altered to be bonded to his pizza forever by an umbilical cord of mozzarella:

I suppose the Baby Lovely option is the most appealing.

Even if it means I won’t be getting any work done.

*That’s 2 days, 16 hours, and 48 minutes.