When you and at least one other
co-worker tour the
desks of other workers, ideally in other divisions, floors, etc.
There are amusing and mysterious things to see, like
photographs of
SOs,
spouses,
children. Most of these are baffling and/or disturbing. There's one with the guy, his wife (who looks like a cross between
Barbara Bush and a
butter substitute), and his son, a blonde, six-year old
Robert DeNiro clone. They are all wearing matching
denim shirts. I won't mention how many times we've brought that up.
Some people have rocks with psalms on them, which I think they'll use as a deadly
weapon for the next
heathen that dares say "goddammit" within earshot (I'm in the
Bible Belt, here...). Others have comics, usu.
The Far Side. There's nothing too weird or fun here.
So you and your co-workers stroll through the
aisles and check out
calendars,
mugs, photographs, things that people are reading, eating, etc. Mostly you make fun of their pictures, assemble some
magnetic poetry, or look in their
fishbowls. The desk tour can only be properly done in the middle of the night when you can say "Look what
they married" with impunity.