Shit in a box

I moved offices this week and have heard endless comments about my stuff.   Some very nice, some just freaking rude.

Even people who hadn't seen my office felt a need to make comments. 

Thing they didn't know was that 90% of it was gifts. Gifts that made me feel guilty for not displaying them. 

Today I realized that I'm so incredibly freaking tired of giving a shit about other people's feelings. 

So I went into work. 

Went into my office with a box. 

Swept everything that wasn't bought by me for me into the box and taped it shut. 

I labeled it "shit from work" and it's going to the basement. Or a trash bin. 

Here's my focus:

Me 

Dad & Mom

My few close girlfriends who will eventually hear my whole story

The end.