My desk-pit and an inop stapler

My desk is practically my home away from home.  My 'side job', as I call it requires me to be here roughly six hours a day.  My real passion, unpaid passion mind you, is flying.  At this desk, I think about flying and all that entails and hope it transfers nicely to these electronic characters you're reading right now.

Naturally, I've blended the two worlds to make this one slightly more comfortable and of an airport nature.  An altimeter-style desk clock sits on my desk roughly where it would in my cockpit.  Strangely, I've started using my left hand for this mouse, much like I manipulate the yoke left-handed.  I've labeled my broken stapler "inop".  Just as I'd devour weather information, charts and briefings before a flight, I consume pages of press-releases before writing.  Pictures of my little nephew grace the pin-board wall in front of me; nothing to do with aviation, of course, but he's too cute not to mention.

If I could only get the place to smell like the airport: the pilot's lounge, even.  I thought about replacing this creaky old desk chair with a converted aircraft seat.  Maybe I could mount a G1000 panel and use it as my monitor; that's kinda expensive, though.

I guess I'll just have to keep hitting the airport for a little adventure every now-and-then.