I wasn’t gonna go here, but…
Work Desk: Computer, monitor, speakers, power strip, headphones, mike (I was thinking of Net2Phone, but…ehh), and wedding picture, plus stuffed paisley frog and gecko on top of these things. CD-ROMs, paper clip dispensers (one plastic, one fancy marble one with my company’s logo), coffee cup and coffee warmer, water bottle, telephone, pen holder, kleenex, post-its, loose pens, stapler, note pads, lab notebooks, little model motorcycle, small screwdriver, lab samples, stray doorstop, zip disk, quarantine labels, coffee maker, coffee filters, coffee grinder, coffee beans, digital thermometer (needs to go back to the lab), clock radio, desk calendar, tape dispenser, three-hole punch, coin box, ink stamps, stamp pad, catalogs, whetstone, honing oil, small bottle of isopropanol, food coloring, more lab notebooks, old shipping temperature monitor, labels, folders, paperbacks, keys, ball of string, paper trays (in-box type things), a six-inch high “shred pile,” and oh my god, the papers.
Mind you, I actually have TWO desks in my cubicle; I have also infested the empty cubicle next door, but I’m not going to… yes I am.
Boxes. Empty boxes, boxes of “ASQ Golden Gate Section” coffee mugs, a box of filters, a box of temperature records, a box of financial records (for ASQ Golden Gate Section), two boxes of defunct drug stability samples, a box of old San Francisco Chronicle Book Reviews (which I swear I will go through and write down the books that caught my eye…in 1995), and a shoebox, with shoes that I plan to wear when I wear out the ones in the filing cabinet (very soon, but not that soon, because I only wear them when I’ve ridden my motocycle to work). Um, stuffed animals from Circus-Circus in Reno, empty plastic bags (for pulling drug stability samples), ASQ newsletters, and piles and piles of files on drug products.
Home desk, from memory. Computer, monitor, speakers, printer, power strip, CDs, Zips, floppies, paid bills, unpaid bills, bank statements, magazines, letters, coin sorters, coin wrappers, wrapped coins, unwrapped and unsorted coins, desk blotters, pens, pen holder, dirty dishes, notepad, remotes for my stereo, pictures of my wife, and stuff I can’t remember because I haven’t seen it in days. More paper.
I need a secretary. And a maid. And about 30 extra hours in every week.