A Vision To Hide Behind



“Hi, it’s Lucy” said Lucy down the phone as she fingered her silver chain to unwind it from the strands of hair wisping delicately from her up-do.  

I sat chewing on the end of my pen as I analysed Lucy’s asymmetrical bun and wondered whether it was meant to be lopsided or she’d been in a bit of a rush.  I peered back at my computer screen but my peripheral vision noticed John wandering casually over to us.  I stopped listening to what Lucy was saying to her phone companion and watched as John drummed his fingers on the desk,  eager to get her attention.  He glanced over at me as if suddenly taken by surprise at something.

“You smell nice” he said as he perched on the edge of the desk like he was staying for a while.

“It’s a fragrance  by Juliette has a gun” I replied “I think it’s quite appropriate” 

“Never heard of it” he said furrowing his brow.

“That’s because you’re a philistine, John” 

“Shut up” he responded with a mock sulky face.  

Lucy put down the phone and after jotting down some information in her moleskine notebook,  span round in her chair to face John.  I didn’t really listen to what they were saying as I was more interested in the interaction between the pair.  She was giggling and he was leaning forward talking.

After a few minutes had passed and I’d played my part as ‘mentalist’ I shouted “John!” 

He turned with a smile and said “ You want me?” with a wink.

“Just keep looking at me John.  Don’t let your eyes leave mine.  Now Lucy, I want you to shut your eyes”  I said as I kept mine locked with his.

“What? Why?” she giggled. She always giggled.

“Just do it and don’t open them until I say so” I pleaded.

She shut her eyes and squirmed in her chair with her mouth set in a half smile.

“John” I smiled up at his expectant, cute little face. “ What colour are Lucy’s eyes?”

“Eh? Why..I mean what? Why?’” he shook his head, somewhat baffled. 

“What colour are they? “ I pressed. I saw Lucy close her eyes even tighter just incase he could see through eyelids.

“ Err, blue?”  

“ No, they’re brown”  I returned to my computer screen and clicked on Safari. They both looked on dumbfounded for a few seconds until John was shouted away by a colleague.

“I can’t believe he got my eye colour wrong!” she exclaimed.

I looked up from the “What’s On” list on my screen “That’s because he spends 99.9% of his time talking to your tits ” 

Her hand flew to her chest.  Her mostly bare chest since the top she was wearing looked like a backless dress donned back to front along with a push up bra that was forcing her milky white bazookas so far up she could rest her chin on them.  This was probably why she had to wear her hair up in order to make it obvious she actually had a neck.

“ He fancies the pants off you Lucy.  You can’t really blame him.  He’s made his choice”  I laughed as I nodded toward her clasped chest”

She pretended to be horrified in order to mask her inner delight as she flushed ever so slightly and sucked in her lower lip.

Just then Dave raced through, late as always,  and wafted a box smelling of pastries under my nose as he carried on past.

“You have croissants?”  I yelled after him.

“Only if you chase me” he quipped.

“Do you know how much I love you?”  I was already out of my chair and in pursuit of Dave’s goodies.

“You can show me in the kitchen” he grinned as he went in backwards through the swing door to the tea room.

Five of us spent the next 10 minutes discussing the weekend with our mouths full of almond flavoured, flaky pastry and hot tea.

I got back to my desk to find Ally waiting for me.

“Hey, have you booked us both in at the Brass Monkey event tonight yet ‘cos I need to book a car?”

“ ARGH! No. No I haven’t.  And before you even start Ally” I added quickly as I saw her eyes starting to roll “ I’ve been severely distracted by John’s fascination of Lucy’s chesticles not to mention being lured away by Daves fine pastries. Plus, truth be told, I don’t like how Tim’s got his tie on and I’m drawn to fix it before I go bonkers” I saw Tim fiddle with the knot in his tie and stick his tongue out at me.
“I’ve told you, I can’t work in this kind of environment.  You need to lock me in a room on my own and don’t let anyone talk to me”  

“ Five minutes” she demanded as I sat down “ And don’t ANYONE talk to her!” she shouted as she marched past everyone in her kitten heels.

Now the point of my story is this:  How on earth is one to work or be productive in an open plan environment when temptation, distraction and all manner of things are going on.  Even if I’m working on my own I find it difficult to stay focussed so I needed to think of a solution.

Here it is.



                                                                   My vision board.



A portable (yes I’ve made it so it folds in half like a book and I can take it with me) people blocking, yet visually inspiring, screen.




                                    It says this on the outside just incase they don’t get the point.



I have pegs stuck on the side so people can leave me notes without having to bother me.




On the inside I have a myriad of images and quotes that inspire, uplift me or make me laugh.  I then put my head back down and continue in a productive manner. Even more essential now I have decided to take on the April A-Z blog challenge - thanks to David Macaulay - Brits in the USA - for planting that seed.




Problem is, now John wants one with Lucy’s assets and finer points all over it.