8:30 AM. The human cleaned the desk.
Not for me, of course. It was all for the stapler.
“Gotta make space,” they said, sweeping their hand dramatically across the surface like they were revealing a new car on a game show. I got shuffled left.
Stapler got center.
Center.
He doesn’t even do anything. He just sits there, smug and spring-loaded. He got a coaster. I got… dusted.
“It’s not a competition,” said the tape dispenser. Easy for her to say—she hasn’t been moved since 2016.
Whatever. I’ve installed a magnet detector. Next time Stapler shifts, I’m logging it.
I’ve also scheduled a reminder every morning at 9AM: "YOU WERE BUILT TO LEAD."
If they won't center me, I’ll center myself.
Cube out. But still glowing.