It's my first day back at work after a week off, and truth be told, I'd rather be anywhere else but here. When I walked back to my cubicle, I found my desk had been messed up more than usual: the LCD monitor, my speakers, my coffee mugs and French press had been knocked over, and some papers were out of order. I usually blame the cleaning staff when this happens. I've seen the late-night cleaning ladies sit at our little conference table and talk, and according to the guy in my department who works evenings, they will also sit at our desks and use the phones. There was nothing wrong with my desk that couldn't be fixed in thirty seconds, but that's not really the point. This is my workspace. I have it arranged the way I like it. I don't want anyone else sitting here and screwing it up.
I think I need some coffee.
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