the Office

It may have started as a shenanigan, but the sorting room office has evolved into an indispensable part of our ongoing operations.  

An old Remington typewriter that just won't fail, an old rotary dial phone (which is incapable of accessing the Junk Store voicemail), a paper shredder, some stackable paper trays, a few three ring binders, and the latest broken office chair that got dumped on us, and we have a fully functioning phone-logging system.

Throw some executive desk toys and a disorganized stack of random notes and memos and I feel like a real world executive.