People leave behind a lot of stuff.
Everywhere you look, there's something leftover from someone that came before. Usually trash.
My office is filled with things like that. A stapler bearing an irremovable "DJ" sits on my desk. I have a binder filled with different notes and things to know in the job, some written by me and others by the girl before me. A desk that has belonged to God knows how many people or which ones(it has a deep, long scratch/battle scar that I'm quite fond of). First aid kits that have hung on the wall of our women's bathroom that must've been donated to the college by Methuselah himself.
It makes me wonder what thing I'll leave behind when I leave this job.
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