So my desk is a snapshot of me. Some people walk by and say, “Boy, what a mess!” Some stop and talk about the strange and creepy little kitty in its bed. Others come by and ask to use (although some have just plain stolen – ahem…) some of the WD-40 products on my desk. I’ve shared items with various people to brighten their day, help them start their own collection and/or sometimes to just annoy someone by putting an unrequested ‘gift’ on their desk. And I have also received some very defining pieces from friends that represent me as well (red panda, cussing girl pic, etc). There’s a story for every piece of paper, every product, every image and every toy on my desk so I won’t try to explain it all here.
In summary my desk is: my family, my friends, my life, my loves all designed to surround and comfort me. And to entertain others as much as possible.