In case you thought it was glamorous, my friends, I assure you it is not.

Yes, my monitor arm is broken, and those are nerdy programming books propping it up.

Yes, there is perpetually a Diet Pepsi can with lipstick tracks within arm’s reach – and a water cup for good measure.

Yes, those are post-it notes on the monitor – so many that they don’t actually remind me of anything anymore now that I completley glaze over them.

And yep, that’s my little printout of “Push Button, Recieve Bacon” graphic that cracks me up, and seemingly nobody else.