I call him Decoy

After about 6 years in the IT/Computing industry, I've finally ended up in a cube. This is what I get for going on holiday for 10 weeks. I thought it was bad when someone took my chair after taking a day off, but now I've been moved to the reception desk. It's like my own little office. A really cold office, frequented by stupid couriers insisting that you are a receptionist.

In order to get away from my desk for the maximum amount of time, I developed a clever ruse (illustrated above). Now, as long as no-one stops to talk to Decoy, I can safely wander warmer parts of the building in search of couriers and coffee.

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