The comforts of home... at work

A small pharmacy:

Aspirin, ibuprofen, acetaminophen, etc.. (for when the boss gives me the daily headache)
Tums, rolaids, pepto (for when the boss gives me an impossible deadline)
Bandaids (for when those darn paper cuts are serious)
Tissues (for when the boss changes their mind in the middle of a project)
Hairspray (for when the boss makes me pull my hair out and I still have to look good)
Deodorant (for not letting the boss see me sweat)

And a few miscellaneous personal female type items.

oh, you've got one of those types of bosses... sorry to hear!

plastic forks, plastic knives, good napkins...
magnifying glass (for my deteriorating eyesight)...
spare magnifying glass (in case the other one gets borrowed... permanently)

Good lord; I hope things improve soon. When I was still working in an office (I work from home now so the comforts of home are everywhere), I had a bunch of different kinds of teas (mostly decaf to calm myself) + a ton of oatmeal packets because of a lot of dining al desko.

My list has become a little precious:

Roll-on muscle relaxer
Rolling lint (dog hair) removal thingie
Emergency umbrella (also one in car)
Headache med
Hairspray
Phone charger
Water bottle
A journal
Gum
Baggie with toothbrush and travel-sized toothpaste
Hair accouterments
A whimsical array of sticky notes

fits snuggly in my briefcase, so i don't need to keep one in the office...

maybe .the most important item...

I've never worked in an office. And I've never had a boss situation like yours. Yet oddly, I too have gotten through my days with a small pharmacy. Quite small, really. Hell, you could fit it in a matchbox.

When I was at my longest position I had, as Jes did, my tea. Loose leaf tea in my little metal canister, and my Pei Wei plastic spoon for measuring. Also a hot pot for heating the water to the proper temp, and steeping the tea, and a small tea strainer.

When I eventually went to another job, the kitchen room had a lot more people coming in and out, not just from office staff, but from people who worked out in the field (it was a hospice). So, I didn’want to set up anything permenant in there. Instead I turned to my desk. I had found a smooth rock outside the building that looked just like a potato. I brought him in, took care of him, and named him Baked Potato. He seemed fine with that. Baked Potato assisted me by being available for holding and rubbing while I was considering a problem.

He enjoyed being dressed up for various events/holidays such as Christmas, Valentines Day and Mardi Gras. He developed a following. When I was out sick for a few days, I came back to discover others had dressed him up as a doctor.

Baked Potato now lives on top of a dresser in my bedroom, enjoying his retirement.

When I switched over to temp employment, I once had a months long assignment where I had a gorgeous view of hills and forest that the office complex was nestled in. It was Winter. In the morning, on a building, on the roof of the building across from me, a dozen or more turkey vultures would sit along the roof, their wings spread, waiting for the thermals to lift them up. I knew my gargoyle Kevin would love this. So I brought him from home and he sat on the inside ledge of the window, keeping an eye on things.

Where I go, Kevin goes.

nice...

Valentines Day was good

He sat seductively in a bubble bath of crunched up packing peanuts, wearing a little shower cap and had a tiny champagne glass filled with sand and a cocktail umbrella.

I believe the p.c. term is, height challenged. Glad to know you have him/her on your side for support.

the A/C was out of order recently.

i would not have survived without my little buddy...

new addition to the stash -- moist towelettes...