Relocating the office!

My neighbors have been fighting lately.

Knock-down, drag out fights where someone is usually outside my living room window, calling the other one an asshole.

It gets a little disconcerting, with my home office being in my living room, and most of my conference calls occurring over my fancy new speaker phone.

So this weekend, I relocated my office into my bedroom. I overestimated how much space my office was going to require, and joyfully got rid of a lot of useless crap in anticipation. My bedroom is now an open, airy, sparklingly fresh room, and I can watch my Danish DVD's on my flat screen monitor from my relocated, now feng shuically-correct bed. And I don't have to look guiltily at the dishes piling up in the kitchen sink.

And I can still hear the "ding" of incoming mail from the boss from the comfort of my pillow.

You can't beat that with a stick.

Now, if I can just get the neighbors to stop leaving love letters for each other with their fingers on the side of their own dirty car...