|I covet that stapler, Milton.|
I change jobs on Monday. It's not an exciting change. It's a little depressing, really, and I'm not going to dwell on it this weekend. However, I packed up the personal stuff in my desk to move to my new desk on Monday and I was thinking about office spaces. (Not the excellent movie, Office Space, although that pertains, but real office spaces. I've worked most of my life in some approximation of cubicle world and I have accumulated a few pieces of flair. You know the stuff that's supposed to show how individual you are that positively everyone has. It's just part of the life of a cubicle drone.
But, since I was packing and reminding myself of all my weird crap, I thought I'd share some of it with you. Therefore...
Five Pieces of Flair from Jessi's Desk
1. The Bat Signal - Years ago when I worked for a local chapter of a very well known national non-profit, we lunched a lot. At really cheap places. So, one day, at Bob Evans, I picked up a sucker on the way out. It had a Batman wrapper and a weird thick plastic stick. After I got to the car, I realized that the weird black plastic stick had a button that, when pressed, projected the Bat Signal. I ate the sucker, declaring it the coolest thing ever, and have saved the stick. Sometimes when I am feeling desperate, I illuminate the Bat Signal. It's sad, really.
2. The Blood Party - Last Halloween, I got a postcard invitation to a fundraiser for a charity. I didn't go, but I kept the postcard and tacked it to my wall. Why? Because it said,"Blood: The Party. You're so vein, you probably think this party's about you." I still chuckle every time I read it.
3. The Gravestone - Brynna got a tiny rubber gravestone in a gumball machine a few years ago. She was icked out, I was amused. It's graced my desktop ever since.
4. Play Doh - For when the kids visit me.
5.Newspaper Clipping - Also on my bulletin board is a clipped obituary of the inventor of the Western shirt. I have no idea why.
Okay, so what have you got? What makes your space yours and shows just how much you are screwed up and how much like everyone else you are - or aren't?