something for me to ponder...

can i really say to people that i work in an office and have the right picture come to their minds?


i think that the answer is no. right now, i am sitting at my desk trying to get things finished and "lets hear it for the boy" is blaring over and over again the room attached to my office accompanied by the sound of children. clearly this environment is not conducive to productivity.

i have attached a picture so that you can better understand my reality...


this is the view from my desk. it is anything but typical.


i think the only thing i might successfully accomplish today is the memorization of the lyrics to "let's hear it for the boy"


here they are in case you were curious...



(i'll have you know these are not copied and pasted)

my baby he dont talk sweet
he ain't got much to say
but he loves me, loves me, loves me
i know that he loves me anyway

and maybe he dont dress fine
but i dont really mind
because every time he pulls me near
i just want to cheer

lets hear it for the boy
lets give the boy a hand
lets hear it for my baby
you know you go to understand

whoa, maybe he's no romeo
but he's my lovin one-man show
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
let's hear it for the boy

my baby may not be rich
he's wathcin every dime
but he loves me loves me loves
we always have a real good time

and maybe he sings off key
but thats alright by me
because what he does he does so well
makes me wanna yell

lets hear it for the boy
lets give the boy a hand
lets hear it for my baby
you know you go to understand

maybe hes no romeo
but hes my lovin one man show
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
lets hear it for the boy


hear it for the boy
lets give the boy a hand
lets hear it for my baby
you know you gotta understand

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
lets hear it for the boy
hear it for my man
let's hear it for my baby