Surprisingly, not as poorly as one might imagine; unsurprisingly, not as well as she might aspire to.
Picture if you will a 100 m2 square or slightly rectangular workspace: Three walls painted snow white support birch-wood bookshelves.
A pale hardwood floor, charme perhaps or white maple.
The remaing wall consists of floor to ceiling windows leading out to a shaded terrace. Dead center of the room, a large uncluttered, square birch worktable of the simplest design stands on a square seagrass rug. There is ample space to circumnavigate the work area unimpeded and a golden retriever colored square cotton mat off to the side, also a cream leather sofa, floor lamp and glass-topped coffee birch table.
This is my ideal zen workspace.
My actual workspace resembles nothing like this, of course: Extension cords and USB cables snake through sheaves of dusty scribbled notes circa 2008, widgets and doodads cover all horizontal surfaces and beneath the furniture lies dog hair so thick and matted that I could cold-press it into the purest of Qwlghmian blankets.
En somme, it looks an awful lot like the photo above.
I call this leading by example.
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