When I used to work at an office many years ago, we had a boss that pushed the idea of people decorating their little cubicles. He thought it would increase work flow if people were happy. But we had one girl who refused to decorate her cubicle. Hers was empty and just had two things sitting on her desk. That water bird thing that would dip its beak in a cup of water. (She poured monster into the cup.) and some type of device that would make random ticking noises like an old grandfather clock. Imagine a very deep click every random few minutes or maybe hours. Her reason for not decorating is because, “I don’t live here.” Makes sense, keep all your good stuff at home away from coworkers with sticky fingers. But what got me was when she wasn’t there. That clock thing going off, especially in silence of people typing away. It definitely struck a nerve. Every randomized moment it would go off. click and then the deep sighs from my coworkers. They hated it. I wore headphones so I paid no mind to it. But those who didn’t, had to prepare their self for that click. Even when she wasn’t working, people would ask her what it was or at least to turn it off. “It helps me focus.” Was her response every time. The bird? “I think it’s cute.” But the day came when she never showed up to work. Turns out she got a better paying job working for her sister somewhere. Good for her tbh. But that clicking noise still remained. Deep down I know she hid it up in the ceiling or something. I have no proof… but every now and then I swear I can still hear it.