It sits in my office, stuck in a mug with a raft of other pens. People tend to give me stuff, and I usually take the stuff to decorate my workplace. I also have various GOP memorabilia (students have a sense of humor — I drink my coffee from a Bob Stefanowski mug) — and the occasional poster that gives a nod to the First Amendment. I also have displayed one of those large TFG balloons, which I poked holes in to hang on the wall with thumbtacks. I thought it served better as wall art than a balloon that will float off and choke a fish or something.
I also have a tub of dried mango slices, which I leave out for students and so far? Not a single person has touched it. They go for the candy bowl.
Let’s take a break from shouting at badly-behaved public figures. What’s on your desk/workspace/car console?
I keep a cinnamon-scented pinecone in my car console during the colder months. For my desk, I have a Harley Davidson tin full of office supplies and a fan (damn hot flashes).
My office space is decorated with family photos, a few awards, posters from the NOLA Jazz Fest, paperweights from Lisa that say: why not? Harmony and one from Bobbie —a photo of Nixon shaking hands with Elvis. Puts a smile on my face each day.
On my workstation tack board along with assorted family photos I had my “SAVE THE WHALE” poster (sadly they left town), a 9/11 prayer card, and one of my favorite quotes from the Roman poet Virgil - “Fortune favors the brave.” As a state civil servant political materials were verboten.
You're a person after my own heart. My offices/desks always are giant museums of junk I love. Everything tells a story and - so far - I remember each of the stories.
An Elvis pen.
A London Double-decker red bus pen
A little metal (real art) sculpture statue that is titled "I can't stop smiling" (to remind me of that kind of countenance on days when I'm not feeling it...)
A hand carved wooden heart - given to me by a client in my first counseling job. A hundred years ago.
A "Stop Reagan's War on the Poor" button
A "She who laughs - lasts" button
A women's march on Washington button from my first pro choice march in the 1980's
A little sticky note with my mom's writing on it saying "I love you."
And a million other things that don't mean anything to anyone else. But each one is worthy of a short story, to me. (If only I could write them!)
at my desk at work are two favorite quotes, a Gospel one from the Jesuit Volunteer Corps NW magazine: "They had been saying to one another, "Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?" But when they looked and saw that it had been rolled away. It was huge." Makes me feel better about big efforts we make that might be getting help from elsewhere. And this from Angeles Arrien: Four questions shamans believe their lives depend on answering daily: "What are your strengths? What do you love about yourself? What are your contributions, past, present and future? How do you give and receive love?"
A thermometer, tissues, water, cough drops and a positive covid test.
This? Does not sound like a fun place to be. Feel better.
I keep a cinnamon-scented pinecone in my car console during the colder months. For my desk, I have a Harley Davidson tin full of office supplies and a fan (damn hot flashes).
Perfect.
My office space is decorated with family photos, a few awards, posters from the NOLA Jazz Fest, paperweights from Lisa that say: why not? Harmony and one from Bobbie —a photo of Nixon shaking hands with Elvis. Puts a smile on my face each day.
Oh! Just the paperweight would do it for me.
On my workstation tack board along with assorted family photos I had my “SAVE THE WHALE” poster (sadly they left town), a 9/11 prayer card, and one of my favorite quotes from the Roman poet Virgil - “Fortune favors the brave.” As a state civil servant political materials were verboten.
I've managed to turn my office (not a state employee, so...) into a giant museum of crap I like.
You're a person after my own heart. My offices/desks always are giant museums of junk I love. Everything tells a story and - so far - I remember each of the stories.
An Elvis pen.
A London Double-decker red bus pen
A little metal (real art) sculpture statue that is titled "I can't stop smiling" (to remind me of that kind of countenance on days when I'm not feeling it...)
A hand carved wooden heart - given to me by a client in my first counseling job. A hundred years ago.
A "Stop Reagan's War on the Poor" button
A "She who laughs - lasts" button
A women's march on Washington button from my first pro choice march in the 1980's
A little sticky note with my mom's writing on it saying "I love you."
And a million other things that don't mean anything to anyone else. But each one is worthy of a short story, to me. (If only I could write them!)
WHAT a great collection. I just feel sorry for whoever has to clear out my crap.
at my desk at work are two favorite quotes, a Gospel one from the Jesuit Volunteer Corps NW magazine: "They had been saying to one another, "Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?" But when they looked and saw that it had been rolled away. It was huge." Makes me feel better about big efforts we make that might be getting help from elsewhere. And this from Angeles Arrien: Four questions shamans believe their lives depend on answering daily: "What are your strengths? What do you love about yourself? What are your contributions, past, present and future? How do you give and receive love?"