2 Dilbert cartoons - one about flexi-time (aka unpaid overtime) and another one that’s about legal (I’m a lawyer).
Oh, and post-it note that says “CHARGE MOUSE!”, to remind me to recharge my wireless mouse (not that it ever works - the damn mouse usually goes about 3 days with its flashing red light and on-screen reminders before it finally dies right in the middle of something really important!)
At home, I have cookie fortune from way back in college that says “You are worth more than you’re getting”, and a teensy sticker from some product with a hand in a “No” symbol that says around the edges “Dont’ Touch It’s Hot During Operation.”
At work, there’s a post it with our shipping and handling rates, a little note with the model number of a free dust-collection booklet we sell, a warning from one of our manuals that says “Please be aware that factors such as caution and common sense cannot be built into this product, but must be supplied by the operator.” and one from the manual of one of our heat guns that says “Warning! Do not use the heat gun as a hair dryer!” With a little Hamtaro plushie on top.
On top of the monitor, a small rubber snake and a figurine of the Egyptian god Anubis.
Stuck on the tower case next to it, a post-it with a number between 1 and 100 (relic of a thread on psychic powers on this very board; nobody has yet used their sixth sense to tell me what it is … )
God you turn me on. 
Nothing, I have a flat-screen monitor. The CRT used to have a shitload of goodies along the top. A Zeiss Ikon “Baby” camera from the early 1930’s, a chunk of raw turqoiise, and so on.
I have scraps of paper all over the desk, but nothing taped to the monitor. The University of Pennsylvania has optioned first rights on the dig of my desk.
Cartooniverse
p.s. Steve, it’s seventy-one. Why ? 
Home: Nothing.
Work: (Clockwise from the top)[ul][li]A quote from Herodotus;[/li][li]My NaNoWriMo message board password;[/li][li]“Anthill[sup]®[/sup] In∫ide [sub]now with FTB![/sub]”;[/li][li]The card of a realtor I was supposed to call, and did call, and haven’t gotten around to throwing it away;[/li][li]A local planner’s email address;[/li][li]A list of illegally divided lots, to which I shall not issue land-use permits;[/li][li]A nearly empty thingie of PostIt® flag thingies;[/li][li]Our Community Police Officer’s name & office number;[/li][li]The codes for some special characters, such as §, à, and º;[/li][li]A bead & wire dragonfly that belonged to the person stationed at this machine before me; and [/li]A rear-view mirror, which was handy when I was situated where people could sneak up on me.[/ul]
I, too, have very little. Work: I have the Help Desk number, taped to the lower left-hand corner. On the right side is our phone number/address, from the days when I was new here and couldn’t remember them easily. On the top is a duck that thinks it’s a bunny.
At home, I can’t remember, but I know I have a wooden dollar “coin” sitting on the top of the thing you plug everything into (the monitor sits on top of it). And like three beanies on top. And the webcam which my aunts forced on me which I hate.
At work: 2004’s broadcast calendar, left there, apparently by my predecessor.
(riiiiip) Now, not so much 
At home: A charm with Herman Munster’s picture on it.
That question made me laugh because of what I have taped to my monitor.
It’s a list of clinical study sites separated by country.
No big deal, except the study was finished two years ago.
Wrinkled, faded, water-stained, pink sticky note saying:
False = 0
Success = 0
True = 1
Failure = 1
Another pink sticky note saying:
UpdateData(TRUE)
from screen onto variables
UpdateData(FALSE)
from variables onto screenNothing. Nothing here at home and nothing at work.