The Enterprise Media Group sports guy's desk is a mess.
I don't think I'm a messy person, but I don't necessarily keep things all that sharp and clean either.
If nothing else, I'm organized. My things don't move, which is why I am not using this time between high school sports season to spruce up.
To heck with that.
Though I spend the majority of my work week on the road, in gyms or at the field, I also crash at my, admittedly, dusty desk at the Enterprise office in Blair. I can be found here sometimes at 9 a.m. and often here late at night when the bar crowd next door is enjoying themselves and I am less so.
So, let me tell you what you'll find here in my workspace. First of all, a prized possession — a Christmas coffee mug with the words “this is my BAH HUM MUG” on it. Editor boss Leeanna Ellis got it for me, and it perfectly encapsulates my feelings toward anything normal people get excited about.
As you might imagine, I have a phone and a computer I prop up on my desk from time to time. Since I'm a traveling fool, that computer is the mobile kind — a laptop — which makes me special around here.
I also have a bunch of paper. Schedules, notebooks, Post-Its, phone books, rosters, record books, newspapers, thank you cards and Arby's ads from 2017-ish (it's a long story). There's valuable information on some of these pieces of paper and a bunch of old news on others, but, again, if I ever need anything here — I have it.
I've also got business cards I never seem to carry with me when I need them, empty scorecards from nearly every golf course in a 40-mile radius and a tape dispenser tucked behind my phone that I never realized I had.
In addition, there's a Nerf football, a crocheted football and a lightbulb-shaped stress ball with a face drawn on it (thanks, again, goes to a former colleague, who also gifted me the thousands of Arby ads). I should also mention the water bottles, the hand sanitizer, the cool aloe sunburn spray and the Danish American Archive & Library mug. I don't know why I should, but I thought I should.
It's a mess, I know, but — despite no windows in sight — there is a fine view of the giant stuffed unicorn across the way. No, I don't remember how it got here. But it's here.
So, while you have the newspaper to keep track of where I've been, this is the junk that fills in the blank spots in-between. I often wish I had a less chaotic schedule that involves far-less “stuff” accumulation, but here we are.
As my coworkers can attest after 5 years here, this mess isn't going anywhere until I walk out the door for good — whenever that may be.
