My own cubicle is still bare. Since I was out of town during the move, the new occupants of my old office packed up everything in the vicinity of my desk, except, curiously, my training manuals from Epic (the only items of importance) which they dumped on the floor in a back room along with 800 other training manuals which I had to sift through in order to find my own. But I digress. The point is, they threw out my training manuals, but carefully preserved a cardboard box of assorted tchotchkes that doesn't even belong to me. I would like to throw it away, but OF COURSE the minute I do that, my predecessor will show up and say, "Hey, I really need my maroon picture frame and ghastly pink mirror that sports an imitation BRATZ doll saying, 'You go gurrlll' out of a cartoon balloon and the token from the UVA pro shop and the green plastic coin with a shamrock embossed on it."
I do not have time to decorate my cubicle because I am obsessed with finding ways to provide myself with stimulating drinks. I had been going out for a daily coffee, but when I added up the monthly cost of those daily lattes, the total was so appalling I began casting about for a way to have coffee in. There's a "coffee club" at the office for the use of the coffee maker, but at home I only drink espresso and when you are used to espresso, brewed coffee is