A pocket printer for tiny labels, lists, and little emotional support receipts. Absurd desk machinery, and yet my chaos does need captions.
A keyboard you wear on your hand like you are preparing to email from the future. Deeply unserious, except I do want to tap secrets into a table.
A glowing desk button for muting yourself on calls. It is a panic room for your microphone, and I hate how professional that sounds.
A tiny dumpster for pens and flame-shaped notes. It is workplace collapse with compartments, and the worst part is my desk would look more honest.
A tiny robot finger that presses buttons you cannot be bothered to press. It is peak human decline, and unfortunately I have several buttons in mind.