True Tales of a Desktop Duck
A title inspired by the small soft-toy duck-thing (I think it's supposed to be a duck, but it looks more like a bright yellow platypus to me) that sits atop my monitor at work. Well, it's as good a title as any other!
DesktopDuck sits there with my nametag (a not-that-impressive looking folded up peice of paper with my name printed on it) a cardboard espresso shot cut (in homage to the thing that keeps me going - Caffeine), half a beer mat attached to my nametag that identifies me as "No Ordinary Man", a small plastic Michael Owen (I've no idea why he's there). Stuck to one side is a line drawing of Daphne from Scooby-Do (taken from my advent calendar this year) and a bit of bluetac that looks a bit like a tadpole (or a sperm as someone else said). There's also a small paper plane (made from a post-it note), and until recently a crude cartoon face with "smile" written below it. I've also got a picture from the last Actuarial Pub Treasure Hunt on my desk, and an enlarged panel from a Dilbert strip where he's saying "Please don't ask me to put flaws in my design" (seems very appropriate to the last-minute and short-termist thinking that often annoys me so much at work). Elsewhere on my desk is an inflatable Guinness beer tray (which I use as a stationary holder), vaguely ironic since I don't drink.
This is my "Geekosphere". The personalised space in the hugely impersonal office environment. All the desks, computers, chairs, phones, etc are identical throughout the whole floor. And each floor is a mirror of the others. We even have the same desks, computers, phones and chairs in all the other company offices in town. And those in other towns. Featureless desks for the faceless employees of the soulless corporation. And we're nothing special of course, most other large companies are the same.
So the chaotic and cluttered Geekosphere is my minor rebellion. Marks my space as uniquely mine, shrine to my very own kind of insanity, because I'm uniquely me.
DesktopDuck sits there with my nametag (a not-that-impressive looking folded up peice of paper with my name printed on it) a cardboard espresso shot cut (in homage to the thing that keeps me going - Caffeine), half a beer mat attached to my nametag that identifies me as "No Ordinary Man", a small plastic Michael Owen (I've no idea why he's there). Stuck to one side is a line drawing of Daphne from Scooby-Do (taken from my advent calendar this year) and a bit of bluetac that looks a bit like a tadpole (or a sperm as someone else said). There's also a small paper plane (made from a post-it note), and until recently a crude cartoon face with "smile" written below it. I've also got a picture from the last Actuarial Pub Treasure Hunt on my desk, and an enlarged panel from a Dilbert strip where he's saying "Please don't ask me to put flaws in my design" (seems very appropriate to the last-minute and short-termist thinking that often annoys me so much at work). Elsewhere on my desk is an inflatable Guinness beer tray (which I use as a stationary holder), vaguely ironic since I don't drink.
This is my "Geekosphere". The personalised space in the hugely impersonal office environment. All the desks, computers, chairs, phones, etc are identical throughout the whole floor. And each floor is a mirror of the others. We even have the same desks, computers, phones and chairs in all the other company offices in town. And those in other towns. Featureless desks for the faceless employees of the soulless corporation. And we're nothing special of course, most other large companies are the same.
So the chaotic and cluttered Geekosphere is my minor rebellion. Marks my space as uniquely mine, shrine to my very own kind of insanity, because I'm uniquely me.
posted by Sarum at
Thursday, April 07, 2005
1 Comments:
Not one person here up north has a vaguely personalised desk. It's not done. AND there's a clear desk policy, so believe it or not (after working with me and seeing my old desk) I have a tidy desk at work.
I did rebel a little and bring in log who you might remember from my old desk. (it's the one that looked like a log, not the one that looked like a coke bottle dressed up in tinsel and stationery). I made the girl next to me bring in her sheep.
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