Turning a cubicle into a home

When Lindsay first joined my office and was walking around making her introductions, her first question of me was if I had recently moved to my current desk. The reason was obvious, even to an oblivious person such as myself: I had no personal artifacts in my cubicle. White walls, desk holding up a computer and random papers, and a chair. If I randomly decided one evening to never return to my office, I’d leave nothing behind that screamed that I was the one who used to work there.

Obviously, I’m OK with that.

Still, I’ve wondered on occasion what I would decorate my cubicle with, if I were so inclined. No girlfriend, so no girlfriend pics; I don’t really take many pictures at all, save when I’m on vacation. (Even then, I seem to take one trip overseas every five years. And even that may soon fall through—I should be going again this year, if I want to maintain that trend.) I’m not exactly good with my hands, meaning my own handcrafted works would be more “art” than art. Anime isn’t really suitable for the work environment. I don’t much care for gewgaws. On and on… this thought process continues until there’s only one thing left standing: others’ artwork.

The best candidates I’ve idly found, so far, are Donkey Kong expressionism (which isn’t actually available for sale), and Untitled (Sad Vader) (which is available, but a bit steep for office décor). Marin doesn’t care for the latter, but I find it hilarious every single time I look at it—I can only imagine my coworkers’ reactions if that were to appear on my wall one day.

 

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