I would love to have pics of other people’s kids at my desk, haha. Please send to me.
No, and neither is my lobster. But it is a Swingline. The stapler, that is.
If they made a red stapler that looked like a lobster, I would definitely buy one.
11 framed family and dog pictures, small arts and crafts projects done by my kids, a rock that has the following saying "Rule #1, the boss is always right. Rule #2, when in doubt, see rule number one: given to me by my assistant. Another one that says, “I don’t suffer from ADD, I…look a kitty” A candy jar that I fill with chocolate bars for the staff, month, day, year blocks. Two original painting I bought are on the wall, a couple of stuffed animals, a disney water globe, a statue of two people dancing…Wow, I’ve got a lot of junk in here. Fortunately it is a decent sized office 
Coffee mug.
Water bottle.
Hot sauce.
Lunch bag.
A good portion of what’s on the walls, desk and table.
Storm - Milford Sound framed
White Pass & Yukon Scenic Railway framed
4 raised relief quad sheets of Colorado and Utah spliced together & framed
2 oil & gas rigs framed
A dozen framed pics of the daughter and family scattered throughout
A tree
A dozen nice mineral and fossil specimens
A bonsai
Daytona Petty driving experience plaque
Moving thread from IMHO to MPSIMS. Also, this ashtray.
Books (work-related, not recreational)
Desk lamp
Desktop printer
Senseo personal coffee maker
My laptop
Fan
Head set (connected to the phone)
Organizational stuff like pencil cup and paperclips holder.
Stapler
Tape dispenser
Magic box that makes the writing end of the pencil pointy again
Lots of consumables like tissue box, salt shaker, tea/coffee, hand lotion.
In fact the things that don’t belong to me might be a shorter list:
Desk
Book shelf
White board
Chair
Second monitor
Phone
Pretty much the durable goods and infrastructure belongs to the office and everything else is mine.
A crapload of stuff.
- Domo!
- Sackboy
- An inherited Quatchi plush
- a couple little Nintendo toys
- Bwaaaaah!
- snacks
- some water bottles and coffee mugs
- iPhone
This is, however, socially acceptable where I work. Well, I might have too much of it, but the topics are perfectly fine.
german coca-cola bottle my nephew brought me from his tour of europe, mechanical mouse toy found inside a wall, a bohemian beer bottle found in a crawlspace, advert for a “tool kilt”, an arabic mountain dew and pepsi bottle, candy dish full of lemon drops, couple of photos of the family
Nothing. I’ve worked here 17 years. I once had a poster on the back of my office door. That was my wise-ass response to people who commented about the lack of personal items and decorations in my office. I had a wallet-sized picture of my wife and daughter on my desk for awhile. It is in a bag with everything else in this office that belongs to me. When I lived alone my house was similarly bereft of decoration and knickknacks.
A Dilbert calendar, which I use mostly as a supply of scratch paper for when I need to calculate reagent concentrations and whatnot.
I hotdesk between 2 rooms, so I have no personal stuff.
I did, however, get a box of tissues (nice ones, in pretty boxes-not the standard cheap industrial ones) and a memo pad (for drawing helpful diagrams and writing down appointment times, useful websites, medication instructions etc) for each desk, because I find them helpful, and too bulky to carry around.
Beyond that, my diagnostic set, stethoscope, pulse oximeter, tendon hammer, pencil case, calculator, BNF, MIMS and Oxford Handbook of General Practice are on my desk.
- Emergency lady items in a drawer
- Framed photo of an ex-coworker I hate
I used to work with a Cunty Old Hag who has no redeeming qualities. I mean seriously none. Said hag made it her personal mission to terrorize every coworker within spitting distance, but this was allowed because large company, seniority, etc office politics, may explain why she’s 55 years old and has never progressed beyond being a bitch with a clipboard, extreme bitterness manifesting itself through every facet of her “work” but remained unchecked, and so forth. So I recently started a new job with a new company in a new town. A friend of mine said if I ever got discouraged or felt like I hated my new job, here is a reminder to help me maintain a little perspective, then handed me a framed photo of Cunty Hag. It’s on my desk now, and cracks me up every time I look at it.
An incomplete list - since if it was complete the SDMB would run out of disk space.
A Puzz-3D R2D2 in a box, since it didn’t survive the last move very well
25 years of Conference Proceedings. Only that many since we went to CD after that. I call it personal since I don’t really need them for work
A few shelf full of journals and magazines, most of which I have stuff in.
A robot dinosaur and a robot crab
A clock/thermometer/humidity gauge which I gave as a program committee gift.
Pictures of my wife and kids,
The better awards I’ve gotten.
A 2011 Disney calendar
A Brevity page a day calendar
Lots of books in a drawer, split between books I’ve reviewed, books I have stuff in, books that are useful, and books of nostalgic value, like Wirth’s data structure text I taught from.
Various articles about my daughter’s film career, cartoons. and a column by the late Bob Pease about the benefits of a cluttered desk.
Two page-a-day calendars - Dilbert and Forgotten English
Pop-up PostIt note dispenser with union logo
Tea mug with logo of our old financial system on it
Photo of wife & daughter with cat
Dilbert coffee mug ornament
Several cartoons about accounting and fire wardens (primary and secondary job functions)
25 and 35 year service plaques
Books - accounting handbook, HTML reference, Canadian English dictionary, current bus/break reading book
Box of tissues
Marvelous! 
My office is packed with my crap. And yet I work with someone like you. When she started here 16 years ago, I gave her a poster to get her started. Today, there is not a single thing in her office but work-related items. No idea what became of the poster.
When we moved into this office space–a converted dorm which was never intended to serve this purpose–our VP pretty much told us “aside from knocking holes in the walls, do whatever you want.”
So right now I’ve got in various places in my office:
–A Sri Lankan cricket hat
–A baseball allegedly signed by a member of the Phillies, but I cannot make out the name
–A lithograph of the Test Match Special broadcast team
–A massive poster of one of our alumni who saved hundreds of lives during WWII and was then completely forgotten about until I dug up his story, plus his induction plaque to our ROTC Hall of Fame
–Pictures of me with Penn and Teller, and a signed book from P&T
–Restaurant takeout menus from favorite places all over the country
–This lego-style calendar I got yesterday as a Father’s Day present
Just tons of stuff. Too much to mention. When I leave this job we’ll have to add another room on the house. . .
One of the items in my office is a New Yorker book bag sold at Strand bookstore in New York designed by … drum roll … my cousin! He won this year’s annual contest to create a design based on the famous New Yorker cartoon guy, Eustace Tilley. Now, if you buy one you can say you kinda-sorta know the artist. 
Otherwise, my office is rife with my books, photographs, drawings by my children, artwork, clocks, lamps, coffeemaker and coffee paraphernalia, mugs and glasses, food, shoes, plants, candles, decorations, drinks, lady supplies, a blanket, a coat rack, wrapping paper and some Cars movie toy cars. I know I have some crayons around somewhere too.