My desk

Battle Of The Desks

While it’s true Scott and I are so much alike that as teenagers we both thought the best way to die was to push a kid out of the way of a moving bus just before it hit you, we aren’t twinsies. So when it was time to pick out desks for our newly shared office space, I cried over oval or trapezoid wood and leather beauties with minimal drawers and maximal desk space until I finally settled on 72 inches of gorgeousness:

My desk
I tried to take a more recent photo but for some reason I couldn’t get one that wasn’t blurry. I must’ve been shaking with love.

My husband, who had to be convinced it was okay to buy a desk after 15 years of hand-me-downs and makeshift tables, which barely let his legs in, bought a whiteboard desk that changes height so I can hide underneath.

Scott's Desk
Scott’s desk is everything that mine isn’t including weird.
Scott's desk
In fact, I’m actually sitting in that chair pictured in the above photo yet still under his desk because you can raise it that high. WTH, amiright?

Our differences go head to head everyday.

Battle of the Desks
Battle of the Desks. Grrr.

Our working space may also explain why we could never work together. Plus when we did many years ago, I shushed him in front of EVERYONE on rounds because he wouldn’t stop making Scott-mentary (commentary by Scott).

Oh and when he was rude to me while working together, I called him out on it.

Me: Dude, don’t talk to me like that again.
Scott: What? I would say that to any med student.
Me: Well, I’m not ANY med student. {waving wedding ring}

So had I not ended my medical career, there would still never be Drs. Iwashyna & Iwashyna unless it was Dr. EYE-ROLL-INAPPROPRIATE-SCOTT-MENTARY Iwashyna and DR. ARE-YOU-LOOKING-AT-ME-FUNNY-BECAUSE-I’LL-PULL-RANK Iwashyna. And that non-partnership would’ve been for the best because we are obviously not on the same page even when it comes to workspace.

However, I think this explains why our family room is still a dance party room and not decorated in any sort of normal way.

Dance party in the family room
This is from the first day of school and pretty much every day since…

Because whether we’ll ever figure out how to work together enough to start a business or even buy matching furniture, we’ve always known how to have fun when we’re home.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

11 thoughts to “Battle Of The Desks”

  1. I think you win the battle of the Desks. I would so pick yours. I would edit out the “under the desk” part because some people’s minds go there (not me though. Never in a millions years. Um….no). It doesn’t help that the line following your picture mentions “head to head”. Unless it’s a subliminal message you professional writers are known for. As “they” say, “sex sells”. Peace out.

  2. Your desk is pretty, but Scott’s desk could also be one of those standing desks with a treadmill …or a shelf so I guess I am going to have to like both of them. Your chair looks way comfortable too.

  3. I love how men are all “What ever. Give me a cardboard box and I’ll make due. Heck, I’ll even use a piece of that cardboard to cover the hole in the bottom of my shoe. Nothing worse than getting wet feet.”
    I’m serious about the last part. My husband hates shopping and could care less.
    Every woman needs a desk to hide under where she can eat cupcakes.
    I would never be able to work with my husband. Ever. Never.

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