We all like our desks. Where files are ordered, work occasionally gets done, and so forth.
My desk is 40 years old - a door atop some el cheapo drawer units with a clever top (I can be quite the unexpectedly talented woodworker).
My wife has desks. Correct, more than one. The first, a zillion dollar chinese faux-painted thing is absolutely unused, except for the cats to sleep on. The newest, a $4,000 custom built one is somewhat more used.
My desk? Still doing its duty.
I simply cannot figure out women.
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