Spring Cleaning
So I'm here, in an office that has probably only three other bodies, trying hard to straighten up what is known as my desk. The desk that I've grown accustomed to for the past year. The task is gargantuous. I have too many things, too many nooks and crannies, too much junk to dispose of. How does one accumulate this amount of treasure in a year? I'm thinking Ariel sans fins. The job can never be done in a day. 30 minutes on and I'm already sniffing, tearing and itching my eyes out. The area around me looks like a war zone. The aisle is blocked by bags of trash, trolleys, empty boxes, dance costumes, past homework/exam papers, and quite a considerable amount of souvenirs collected from the events that took place in the span of a year. I am about to give up but I can't. I need a pretty desk to work on when school starts. If only the "Happy Working Song" works.