We are moving into cubicles this weekend. This will be the last week in my giant anchor-heavy black desk, with the peeling veneer and squeaky drawers. I don't know what the modular desk looks like yet, but I've been in them before. That's right in. That's the appropriate preposition. Cubicle walls and modular desks make you feel as though you are in something.
I'll be glad to clean out my desk, but what do I do with these: 2 rubber balls that look like planet earth, a skeleton earring, 50 francs, and a postcard from Seattle?