No one asked for a work from home setup

Lets see how long i can hack it with this title format, huh?

I sold my desk in 2016. I had this simple writing desk, it mostly was a junk collector. I truly can’t remember a single time I sat down at that desk to write, to do my taxes, anything. So I posted it on facebook marketplace, and sold it to a Columbia Grad student for $75. I’m fairly certain I spent that $75 on Old Navy activewear.

Shortly after I sold my desk, started taking myself “seriously” as a “writer”. I loved to just sit at coffee shops, on my couch, on my bed, and never felt the need or desire for a designated workspace at home. Never once did I long for my desk.

Now it’s 2020. I’ve decided to start taking classes online in business fundamentals. This is a sentence I truly never thought I would utter, but neither was “make sure you wear your mask to the grocery store” or “I can’t, I’m attending a virtual birthday party”.

I think we can all agree, even the most mundane things are uncomfortable this year.

I tried doing classwork on the couch. Naptime.

In my bed. Oh look, more naptime.

On the fire escape. What if i drop all of my stuff and it crashes on the sidewalk?

The Kitchen table! Except the barstools, while very cute, are uncomfortable and have no back support.

I made a makeshift workspace out of my bedside table. No leg room!

I opened the Wayfair app, and searched for the least expensive desk and chair available. $133 later, I have the tiniest “Secretary Desk” and chair, but it is currently my favorite spot in my apartment.

I have applied for jobs, learned a little marketing, copywriting, and retained as much accounting as my brain could possibly manage. This tiny desk, covered in plants, books, and my Echo Dot playing “Mumford and Sons”, is my way of pivoting, putting on my blue-light filtering glasses, turning my face into the shitspray of 2020 and shouting,

“No one asked for this”.