Buried deep in this examination of a cluttered desk is a portrait of a champion Sussex hog

James and I began heading into the Ziff Davis offices this week. It's a strange place of coffee machines, personal lockers, tasteful scandi decor (except for the gurning Vault Boy statue giving a big thumbs up in the cafeteria), and, most importantly in a heat wave, air conditioning.

While pleasant overall, Ziff operates something I find anathema to my very soul: a clean desk policy.

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