My faux desk

So my latest greatest thing at work is my faux desk.

Please note, this is not an actual picture of my desk.

I decided to adopt my faux desk because my co-worker had just been reassigned over to a lonely side of the office in a corner all by herself. This was not a punishment, but I thought that going from being around three people all the time, to being by herself would be sad. So I went to sit by her in Christy Corner (name has been changed). I soon thereafter got involved in a project that required counterspace, and so have now clamed my faux desk as my own.

Why is this a faux desk and not the real thing, you ask? Well, I don't have a computer, for one thing, a real desk requirement. My office supplies consist of a highlighter, a pen, a box of tissues, and some paper clips. But the biggest reason of all, is that the chair I borrowed to sit on only has 4 1/2 wheels.

So even though I have a faux desk, at least I can muster up a little sense of belonging. And most importantly have a place to deposit my stuff that's not in everyone's way.