A thick layer of dust ... nine years of memories

I warned everyone at work today that if they needed me, I'd be under my desk. (I do this because in the past we have had people to fall out of their chairs into the floor.)
I'm in the process of cleaning up and out in preparation of leaving my job of almost a decade to embark on a new one. And that means cleaning out 9 years of crap I've accumulated.
Under my desk I was met by lots of dust, more than a few stray Post-It notes and paper clips and boxes of ... stuff.
I've been a features writer since I graduated from college and as such, have received lots of items for review. Some of them I have written about. Others have found a home under my desk for future use.
Here's some of what I found and quickly dispensed amongst my colleagues:
- Two cans of Campbell's Chunky soup (they were still in date, I checked!)
- A Star Trek Borg figurine from a theme park who got a new Star Trek ride several years ago.
- A wooden recipe box.
- Two "Diapees and Wipees"
- A kids in the kitchen kit with apron (those will come in handy with my son, Nathan).
There's something liberating about cleaning your desk.