Much like a bedroom which is a temple of rejuvenated spirit, a workstation is a launching ground for a day's struggle. Sometimes it does spell inspiration as some of us are accustomed to hanging accolades of work achievements, pictures of family and loved ones, and a meaningful trinkets from business travels.
My workstation is a transition from a minimalist design, a zen of its class, to a desk full of creative clutters, with post-it notes all over any divine-given spaces.
In Avid, it used to be just a decent white table under a spacious confine with a white CPU and CRT monitor that ultimately became beige out of the rising dusts from carpet to and fro at every nook of the airconditioned space. The auxiliary devices that I use comes in handy for me to render support of the different retail fronts and back-office departments. Along with it are my PDAs, Sony Clie TJ37 and Handpsring Visor Prism. Yes, you've seen it right, it's a desktop and two PDAs, Clie TJ37(personal device) and Visor Prism(company-issued), no laptop.
In Siemens, it is usually marked the by the changing landscape and the dynamism of business practices. I don't even know if it has been a graffiti of some sort, or just a lame exercise of our localized democracy, but the desk has been a torrential rain of Post-Its and posted memos and Visio graphs. All in the good name of business.
Caught in my business travels, my hotel room transforms into both a de-stressing sojourn and an office extension.
Nothing can you see pictures of love-doves dearly hanging in the walls, or a figurative figurine figures gracing its presence by welcoming me whenever I sit down and start hunkering my work. No frills, no bells and whistles. This is to be expected under a highly kinetic environment where a business climate is following a season. And my arsenal? A Fujitsu desktop and a Toshiba Satellite laptop(company-issued)
In the Asian Digest, although I have a workstation, it is just a desk where I can hook up to the office network. It's a frontage of formality I should say, as contributing writers are not a regular sight in the office. In most cases, we might just be caught claiming checks at the Accounting Department. And beer smirching after office with fellow writers and colleagues form editorial board. Or better yet, painting the town red by our lurid sights of the best restaurants and hang-out circuits in the metro. Or at our regular pilgrims on trade shows and on car accessory havens at Banawe and Evangelista. Oh yeah, writers, technology or lifestyle or otherwise, are practically the prime movers of our own cause, the purveyors of our writing concept and the roving chroniclers of our stories. Hence, devoid of any poetic rage, we are accustomed to unfurl our laptops and write at just anywhere, and any place can turn into our workstation. With me is my digital concierge, a Fujitsu Lifebook(company-issued)In AIM, my place of work is crammed with different digital media library that contains all our IT assets for most part. Oh, and did I mention, I am a walking library too? As all of them are stored in my iPhone too? That is just a contingent back-up devices that I employ, in case of catastrophic event will happen, like an electromagnetic pulse bomb hitting our office, just hope I'm not there, or else my iPhone will get fried too. iPhone comes hand to hand with HP Pavillion(company-issued)
In between my intervals, my Toshiba Portege lappie serves the functions of random business calls. On the other side of it, it does also give me the synaptic tendencies to detour on coffee shops most of the time I'm homeward bound. I spent literally almost all my business transactions in coffee shops, and like what I always say, some of them had even become my unofficial office.
That also means, in my lifetime, I practically have three laptops, one a torrent-friendly Acer Aspire that serves as my desktop at home, the other a Toshiba Portege which is my mobile companion, and the third, a company-issued laptop of just about any brand as my business workhorse.
Now, if these computing dongles can only be wired through my brain, I need not lug them around with me, freeing me from the shackles of being the 21st century Atlas.