Show us where you work.
Submitted by leisa bell.
When we moved into this newly refurbished, glass and grey, open-plan, corporate building after years in a tatty but full of character old rabbit warren in a much more interesting part of central London they introduced loads of rules designed to keep the office tidy and, some would argue, corporate and impersonal.
It worked, on the advertising side of the floor...
On the left you will see my growing international collection of tat fridge magnets. International tat corner was consigned to the draw when we moved to these offices due to lack of space and so tat fridge magnet collection was born...
Under my desk is my cycling gear and a box of old feature notes that needs to go off to Iron Mountain because we have to keep everything for two years just in case we get sued. I didn't construct the box properly so the bottom falls outs when you lift it, and I haven't got around to emptying it and remaking it correctly yet. All the spare desks behind mine are occupied by freelancers at the moment as there is a lot of work on so there isn't a spare chair to drape my cycling stuff over, hence why it is shoved under my desk. There is also my foot rest which the company supply because I'm a short-arse and my feet dangle.
The brightly coloured mug in the centre of my desk is my own which I wash and put in my draw at the end of each day to avoid the mug-world russian roulette that is our office dishwasher. I bought it in Guggenheim Bilbao to brighten up the horrible grey desk after we first moved into the building. The company supply very dull corporate branded mugs which seem to be indestructible.
The modesty board or 'wall o' dreams' as I like to call it contains pictures of celebrities I admire not wearing very much. I spend at least 8 hours a day staring at the bloody thing I might as well have something interesting to look at.
I think there is some work lurking somewhere on the desk but then I did tidy up before I took the picture.
It worked, on the advertising side of the floor...
On the left you will see my growing international collection of tat fridge magnets. International tat corner was consigned to the draw when we moved to these offices due to lack of space and so tat fridge magnet collection was born...
Under my desk is my cycling gear and a box of old feature notes that needs to go off to Iron Mountain because we have to keep everything for two years just in case we get sued. I didn't construct the box properly so the bottom falls outs when you lift it, and I haven't got around to emptying it and remaking it correctly yet. All the spare desks behind mine are occupied by freelancers at the moment as there is a lot of work on so there isn't a spare chair to drape my cycling stuff over, hence why it is shoved under my desk. There is also my foot rest which the company supply because I'm a short-arse and my feet dangle.
The brightly coloured mug in the centre of my desk is my own which I wash and put in my draw at the end of each day to avoid the mug-world russian roulette that is our office dishwasher. I bought it in Guggenheim Bilbao to brighten up the horrible grey desk after we first moved into the building. The company supply very dull corporate branded mugs which seem to be indestructible.
The modesty board or 'wall o' dreams' as I like to call it contains pictures of celebrities I admire not wearing very much. I spend at least 8 hours a day staring at the bloody thing I might as well have something interesting to look at.
I think there is some work lurking somewhere on the desk but then I did tidy up before I took the picture.