Mary Lucia: my stuff
August 23, 2017
I know if I was more Buddha-like, I wouldn't place so much importance on my "stuff."
Anyone who cube dwells knows the importance of personalizing this often sterile workspace. On a side note: all office dwellers have had a clueless cube mate who seemingly eats a can of Whiska's cat food for lunch at their desk at least three times a week.
I thought I'd share a glimpse into my milieu at work before I go on air. When you don't have a window to stare out of to contemplate life's important decisions — like faking your own death or getting Lasik — your personal objects help you daydream.
No genius analysis is required to get a sense of who I am from looking at my important clutter. I'd like to think I'm more well-rounded than my desk accoutrements may reflect. Nothing in these photos is staged. I didn't carefully place certain books to appear more erudite than I am. I'm a rock and roll chump who clearly has an obsession with Bowie, cats and Pugs. I didn't check carefully, but hopefully there are no visible shots of a band's press release and new CD in my garbage.
I have never in my life had a plant at my desk; in fact, I think that is something that separates people in the workplace. Kind of like the Van Hagar debate.
Also of note and very telling, I don't have a phone at my desk. Perhaps my greatest career accomplishment.
