Womp, womp, womp...it has happened once again.

I no longer have a desk in the office. I came into work today and found all of my stuff stacked in the corner on the floor.

I feel so homeless. I have nowhere to store my harmonica, my Fat Free Pringles and my Dollar General Store colored markers. How can this be? Could someone please find me a home? I just want a place to call my own!

Sniff, sniff.