by Zac Logdson
Editor’s Note ~ This post is being reprinted with permission from the author. Information about his company and other projects can be found at the end of the post. Thanks, Red Dirt Kelly
As you may recall from a little more than a week ago, I sold my office desk without really any clue as to what I was gonna do to replace it. But after about an hour working from a tiny spare desk we had lying around, that barely held my 30” monitor, I decided I needed to act fast.
My goal was to buy or build a custom desk made from something that wasn’t intended to be a desk. And I wanted it to represent ME a lot better than the old one did. I wanted people to walk in my office and have my desk be so mind-blowingly awesome that they’d have to turn away to shield themselves from the glory of it all. I wanted my desk to send people into seizures. I wanted it to cause children to weep and old people to wet themselves. I wanted my desk to be both loved unconditionally by all who saw it AND feared by those who heard folk tales about it. So I built that desk… and in the process, I became an extremely weak individual.
A few years ago, I read somewhere (no idea where) that having pictures of your family on your desk was a sign of weakness. I don’t know who made that claim or where that perception originated but whoever put that in print is a tool. I can see where it might be accurate but do I really want to do business with anyone that thinks I’m weak just because I have a picture of my family on my desk? That said, I think that concept always kinda stuck with me. On my old desk, I had various photos of my family on the area behind me, plus drawings and notes on my bulletin board from my kids. But like I said, they were behind me. Definitely not the focus of my office. So I decided to change that.
Building the Perfect Desk/Becoming Weak: Step 1 – Concept
There’s an architect in the basement of our building that had some really old (maybe a hundred years) wooden windows he was storing in a nearby shed. I asked about them to see if he’d be willing to sell them. Continue reading The Coolest Desk Ever [OR] “I Am Weak”