How tidy is your desk?
As I was accused of not having a desk as messy as some other people, I thought I'd bring you a little slice of Ryaninja working life, by showing you a couple of photos of my desk.
I prefer chaos when it comes to work, and the more chaotic your desk looks, the more work you're doing, obviously. It is by this rule of thumb that I declared myself 'ultimate worker'.
Based on the state of my desk of course.
Here's the evidence:
How tidy is your desk?
Send me the pics....
I prefer chaos when it comes to work, and the more chaotic your desk looks, the more work you're doing, obviously. It is by this rule of thumb that I declared myself 'ultimate worker'.
Based on the state of my desk of course.
Here's the evidence:
How tidy is your desk?
Send me the pics....
Ryaninja flipped out at 9:08 am
Throw me a Stabby Shuriken - 3 thrown so far!
3 Comments:
I love how you have a) breakfast cereal and b) toilet paper at your desk. I may be jumping to conclusions here, but it looks to me like you eat a box of cereal when you first get to your desk in the morning. Plenty of fibre to set you up for the day. But, as we all know, fibre = rock hard shits of doom. This is why you have the toilet paper. I see no bin there but I'm assuming that's made of metal. It'll need to be.
i like the rearview mirror on the monitor and the fan. Maybe the gaseous emmissions from the high fiber diet are wafted backwards when someone that Senor Ryan cares not to speak with approachs? Or does he make pretty toilet paper sculptures and watch them gyrate in his own man made breeze? From what I can tell though, not much gets done. Here is what I surmize happens when his extension rings:
Ryan: ummm, errrrrr, Ryan here, how may I help you?
Caller: Ryan, this is Jenkins down in accounting. Do you have those numbers we discussed earlier Ryan?
Ryan: Yes, they are just here, please hold. ( mad dash to turn off fan, put away toilet paper model of the Eiffle Tower, finish mouthful of Super Sugary Corn Puffs, washed down with cold tea, move styrofoam cereal bowl and take away container and look for some actual pieces of work)
Ryan: I think Smithers must have come and got them for that 2:30 staff meeting. Let me check with him and call you back.
Caller: That is what you said yesterday and the day before.
Ryan: Look Mate, I have better things to do than argue with you. (Gets in desk drawer, gets out yo-yo and does "walk the dog" the only trick he knows."
Caller: Well, I am calling back in one hour and you better have the figures you have been promising me for a fortnight, mate.
Ahhhh.... good stuff Jeff. You crack me up! :D
You've actually hit more truths than you realise. I actually have a purple yo-yo on my desk. I once built the 'Wurld Cup' using geomag construction magnets and the giant rubber band ball I made ages ago.
It lived on my desk until someone's kids came in at the weekend and ruined it.
A telephone conversation would probably go more like this:
Ryan: The A-Team, Ryan speaking.
Caller: What?!?
Ryan: DBA Team, Ryan speaking.
Caller: Oh. I thought you said something else.
Caller: Anyway this is a developer, wanting something done on a database. I sent you an email after you claimed not to be able to understand what I was talking about.
Ryan: Pardon? I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Can you repeat it please?
Caller: Yeah, sure. I want some work done on a database. I sent you an email. Can you do it?
Ryan: Yeah, yeah, no worries, that sounds like no problem. If you could drop me an email with these details in them, that'd be great.
Caller: I already sent you an email.
Ryan: Yes please, an email. Thanks, bye! Rumages on desk, gets out Yo-yo, and does round the world (only trick he knows). See Picture. Celebrates telephone victory by going for a cuppa and eating a bowl of honey nut weetabix.
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