I'm Jane Doe and I'm organizing my workspace with the Tutor.

Today Lt. Stabler refused to let me photograph my desk. He at least is taking this seriously and insisted that I create an "artistic" workspace to work from. I personally think that given my job consists of using my desk, my desk would be fine. Proceeded to argue this point until Stabler gave me a funny look and changed the subject.

....I realized I may be taking this far too seriously. Getting caught up was one thing, but loosing my relationships with coworkers and such is another. Once I've posted this, I think I'll walk the dog and possibly go to a movie.

especially since I just got this picture.



And this note.

tel me abt the flor detector.
i m curiouz how u will justify it 2 ur classmates.



Here are my tools and a means to carry them. Can you tell what show I watch every Sunday?





....Fuck it. As soon as I've gone out and bought an easel I'm going to take a picture of my gun and my desk. I'll use my phone so that nobody can see and just add it to this.

Dear Mr. Teacher. Consider this a work in progress.

Dear Mr. Shaw. Everybody has that kind of floor. It is not a crime to work out of one's garage dipshit. fuck you..

Can you tell somebody who's clearly dangerous to go and soak their head?