Those of you in the Manchester office will be aware that we members of the legal team seem to have more than our fair share of desk moves. In the time that I have been with the company, I have worked at three different desks. Each one has brought different pros and cons and, in a strange way, helped me to settle in; it's like the more furniture you sit on, the more you become a part of it. On my 'travels' I have even discovered that one area of the floor appears to be on a slope while the adjacent desk space is perfectly level; mind-boggling.
In an effort to avoid future moves, I have added a visual 'anchor' to my desk. Granted, it's a little bit cliché, but my desk now proudly adorns a picture of me as a little girl with my dad. If I hadn't been born right in the middle of the 80s decade, you would logically surmise that the moment was captured in the early 70s from the drab décor and the horrendous brown sofa. My flammable, pink, ruffled dress and my dad's dark blue suit complement this visual treat beautifully, as I'm sure you can imagine.
In spite of my playful mocking, this picture is one of my most treasured possessions. On those rare rainy days when the day begins with numerous unresponsive phone calls, an AWOL locum and a mysteriously jammed printer, that picture gives me a much-needed boost of motivation. It's a constant reminder of the person I want to impress and my reason for pushing on with work, even when the work pushes back.