My workplace. Let me show you it.

[desperance]

These were mostly snatched in a couple of minutes while The Other Guy in the Silence Room had slipped out to get a coffee, so they're not great photos (besides which, I do not yet take great photos), but for those of you who are curious about the Lit & Phil, here's the doorway:





and the entrance hall:





Now we go down the stairs at the back, where I'm not allowed to take you:





Past Trotter Brockett, whom we love:





Shh...





Honestly, some of the books in here are so loud, we have to gag them:





Passing through the door, we find...



















...the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection, doing its thing!

Comments

[agoodwinsmith.livejournal.com]

Ah ... a select *club*. OoOoOoooo (envy envy envy). Are there supercilious servants with a *sir* like a machete? (envy envy envy)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Are there hell. There are highly trained and intelligent staff who view me as a kind of pet, I think; they call me Chaz, on the whole. And let me do things I'm not really supposed to, and (I am sure) roll their eyes and laugh quietly behind my back.

[agoodwinsmith.livejournal.com]

Better than that they should laugh to your face, yes/no? It sounds wonderful. Have some congratulations to go with your good fortune. :) (envy envy envy)