The War Room

Knock knock! I was too early for my first day in Habitat for Humanity. Maybe I was too exited. I don't have any idea what my office space would look like. 

While I was waiting at their receiving area. I imagined it could be a desk in the corner within the usual office cubicle divider or perhaps a small space beside my supervisor. 

After our orientation, they transferred us to a big room with long tables and chairs. It's like a small conference room and they call it ... The War Room. 

At first, I really wonder why. But after a few days, my question is answered. The 'War Room' is now filled with supplies for the upcoming youth build and they are in stacked on the floor. Boxes, big packages of stuff, big plastics full of shirts and gloves and etc. 

The 'war room' may be a place of terror for some people, especially for those who have OCD, but it is one place that I'll surely miss.

Early morning conversations ...

working under pressure ... 

reading in silence ... 

chatting with my office mates ... 

sneaking food in, movie marathons ...

monopoly deal ...