To the Person Who Keeps Fucking With My Shit:

Please stop moving the things on my desk--you have made your point. You have taken the spare change I kept in my drawer (leaving the pennies, though, thank you!) and I have no intention of leaving any more money. So stop moving my keyboard halfway across my desk and lowering my monitor screen and moving my Far-Side-a-Day calendar out of its spot. Stop moving my phone to the edge of my desk and stop turning the pages of my calendar. Stop coloring in the back teeth of my girlfriend on the picture I have posted up on my cubicle wall. Please stop moving my adding machine so it is closer to my computer, I like it where it is. Stop moving my notepad. There is nothing of interest underneath any of these things unless you are looking for Brenda's home fax number.

Please stop making me spend the first two minutes of my day rearranging my desk. I have better things to be annoyed about.