Staring at Pictures Means the Opposite of Work

I’ve spent quite a bit of time at my supervisor’s desk in training during the past month. While I’m learning a lot, there are only so many times you can watch someone else send an email, so I find myself wandering. It’s one of those things where you start to memorize every little thing in the cubicle in ways that most people don’t see their own spaces.

Right off, I noticed that she has a digital picture frame. It’s a hard thing to miss, especially when I’ve had so many wandering moments with not much to do besides watching her send emails or enter something into the system.

After staring at the pictures cascading into each other and onto the next, I remembered that I was given one as a gift about eight years ago. The first thing I thought was, “I sure hope I didn’t throw it away.” I’ve moved a few times and a ton of my things are in storage right now, but that isn’t the real problem. The real problem is, I’m not much of a keeper of things. In fact, I’ve been in trouble numerous times with my kids for throwing things away. I don’t do it on purpose, I just don’t attach to things the way I used to, or even the way a lot of people do.

Going to my storage unit was on my to-do list for several weeks before I finally made it over there. I was lucky enough to take my son with me who was a huge help in moving boxes and lifting things. It’s strange to think that he’s most likely stronger than me now…

We only had to move about half the boxes into the hall before I ended up finding what I was looking for. It then only took another week before I actually added photos to the thing and took it to work. Today was the day that I plugged it in and found a special place on my desk right next to my monitor.

It was a huge mistake!

I’m pretty busy at work, but today I found myself just sitting there, staring at the photos as they floated by. Each one made me remember the moment that picture was shot and I would either smile or laugh before the next one bloomed on the screen. I spent way too much time today staring at those photos.

It’s funny to me how we take pictures and then kind of forget about them on our phone or after we post them to Facebook or wherever else we store them. I guess I never realized how lost I would get watching them flash by, remembering.

I’m hoping I get used to the pictures or I might have to move the picture frame to a less prominent place on my desk. I’m not getting enough work done!

On the upside, pictures are pretty great! How is it that my kids were ever that small? Or, as my daughter said, what the hell was that hair style? (For the record, I did try to tell her that it probably wasn’t the best look, but my daughter has always had her own mind and she definitely had to figure that one out all on her own.)

I hope you all had a happy Monday and spent a little less time than I did staring at photos.


9 thoughts on “Staring at Pictures Means the Opposite of Work

  1. I can only stare at customers in my job as I do not have a desk. But that can be pretty distracting too. I remember that elderly lady dressed in pink with pink hair 🙂 I remember that little girl yesterday on her fathers arm who stared totally fascinated at me. No idea what made her look….. :-). Great post!

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  2. I enjoyed your post. I have one of those digital picture things. I guess I aught to put it out so that when someone comes to my home they can see the awesome pictures of my awesome family. Thanks sweet girl. Love you!

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  3. I love pictures. I finally got some up on the walls in our house and I stare often. I love being surrounded by them but yeah, they could make an easy distraction from work!

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