May the Force be...in your cubicle!

Our boss told us to express ourselves.
To embrace our creativity.
To let loose and decorate our cubicles.


So I did.

I chose a colorful and floral theme...
uplifting and cheery.

Some might call it tacky or gaudy.
But it's been fun!

I move to a new cubicle soon, a managerial cubicle,
and I'm thinking I will decorate with a new theme.

I'm just not sure what yet.


I have a photo of my boys up there...
and Annie.

Do you see the little green alien?

And then I was given permission to put up a board in the break room for
Magnetic Poetry.


So further express office creativity and individuality.

To let loose our inner freak flags and fly them high.
hehe

I brought my camera recently and took photos of the board.
Although the messages change daily...here are some.


This one cracks me up.

I think I could have been a contender in my pajamas too.

Do you have the Force in your pajamas?

Do you want to staple my pretty technology?

I'll get you, my pretty...and your little cross-function too.

Someone says "I love collaborative strategy in the morning."

I don't know which is more funny...
the sayings people have come up with,
or how others end up editing them.

You seriously need Magnetic Poetry in your workplace.
Or your home.
I'm a HUGE fan.

They have kid kits too.

You know, on Mondays I see napalm too.

Making the Most of Communication

You want to hear about my Monday yesterday?

I introduced Magnetic Poetry at the office where I work.

I bought a magnetic white board and got the OK to hang it in our break room.
Then I bought magnetic poetry kits and put the words up...

My co-workers can now express themselves...

In so many hilarious ways.

It's seriously addictive.
And a lot of fun.

I bought a kit for the kids too.
And the hilariousness has ensued.



I'm thinking about buying the "healing words" kit to put on the refrigerator,
so that my husband and I can communicate better...

We started marriage counseling yesterday.
It was raw.
It was hard.
It was sad & frustrating.

It was a step in solving our problems.




And, then, in classic Rhea Klutziness, at the end of the day,

I managed to fall out of my own car.