Brian is replacing me at the office, and because of my control issues I think that the transition has been a little difficult for him.  One of our biggest problems revolves around organization.  We’re like the Odd Couple…I’m the clean, logical, organized one.   He’s Walter Mathau.

Here’s a photo of Brian sitting at my old desk/his new desk:

Holy shit, what is all that crap?!?!  For godsake, I can’t even look at the desk in the photo without a tear forming in my eye.  I’m certain this is what a parent feels when their son comes home and has pierced his nose or dyed his hair pink.  I still love you, desk…but is this what I spent the last few years teaching you?