Office space


Welcome to my world. Huh, I didn’t expect it to be so depressing.

I’m a reporter. That sounds way more exciting than it is in real life. Especially since most of my job happens in this tiny cubical. I started writing out all my responsibilities just now, but that got boring. Let’s cut to the chase: I do a lot of editing, typesetting and writing. Sometimes I get to leave the office. But a lot of it is just at this desk, on that old time crappy phone and the computer they keep updating but still never works properly. (Why yes, I am a Mac geek, thanks for asking.)

It probably won’t surprise anyone that we go through a lot of paper. The rolls of it we have in the back print shop are just insane. But more than that, it’s just a paper-laden job. Things still come in the mail or past the front desk. People love to print press releases instead of sending them via email. Our weekly budgets (list of stories per issue) are all hard copies. I prefer a pretty paper datebook to fancy computer calendar apps.

I’m sure there’s more examples. I’m just getting tired thinking about it.

But I do what I can to reduce waste at the office on my end. Like so:

Lunch at my desk. Again.

In the summer, I like to take my lunch to the park. In the winter, you can’t get me outside — well, unless you want me to meet you at the coffee shop — so I generally just eat at my desk (because the break room is scary).  Everyone is used to my reusables at the office. I’ve noticed I’m not the only one, which is nice. Solidarity, etc. P.S. You can sort of make out my Kleen Kanteen in the righthand corner. I’m never without that thing. Coffee emergencies are real, you guys.

My filing cabinet. EXCITEMENT.

This is my storage area. Doesn’t it look tidy? Yeah, that’s because I just throw everything in the top drawer:

Hello, notebooks.

This is where I keep everything I’m supposed to file from HR, paper I can recuse because it only has printing on one side, my reporters notebooks, my tins of paper clips (I miss those cinnamon mints, by the way. Wrapped in plastic. Gave them up for the project). I think there might be a lip balm in there somewhere. I have so much paper to reuse that I’ve decided to forgo the reporters notebooks from now on — but I need to figure out how to bind it in a way that will allow me to take it on those rare moments I’m out on assignment. Incidentally, I’ve also decided it’s pencils for me from now on, as soon as my pens run out. Well, the ballpoint pens, anyway — I need my red pen for corrections.

My second drawer is a little neater.

I don’t really have anything in my second file drawer except some tea (reusing the tin; it’s stuffed with tea the girls decided they didn’t like, and sometimes I just need something hot), a glass jar for just in case (my most recent addition), a spoon and my Ron Swanson mug (which is a prized possession). I keep meaning to bring a hankie to stuff inside the cup — I have issues with things getting dusty and it freaks me out to have the mug just in the open … even if it is in a drawer — but I haven’t gotten that far, so yeah, that’s a paper towel inside that thing.

You know what? Screw that. I just put a hankie in my bag (one of my grandma’s that’s embroidered. It hurts my nose). No more paper towels.


I never did get an emergency work kit sorted out with reusables. You’d be surprised how far you can go with a mug and a spoon, though.

Recycle bin.

Beside the file cabinet is my recycle bin. Everyone else uses these for trash cans. But I don’t need one that big. I have to empty this thing about once every three months.

Here’s my trash can.

A couple of years ago, I decided to make a tissue box into my trash can. I don’t usually have a lot of trash, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.

I know what you’re thinking: But what’s inside it? Oh, fine:

I was weak at the company Christmas party.

Nothing like a little public humiliation to make you rethink your single serving chip selection. Even if it was on a buffet. In December.


My coworkers generally know about my minimalist and zero waste leanings and no one thinks it’s weird (anymore). Or maybe they’ve just accepted that I’m weird.

Looking at the photos, I am wondering what else I can do. I’m going to really have to think about that. I feel like I have lots of control over zero waste at home, but not as much at work. And while I am happy with what I’ve been able to do, none of it has been too difficult — which makes me wonder if I’m trying hard enough.

So that’s that. What else do you want a tour of? 😉

UPDATE: As promised, here’s a photo of the scary break room. I know it doesn’t look scary, but that’s just because you can’t sense the funky smell or hear the hum of the Pepsi machine … or see the inside of the fridge and sink.


Next up: Some thoughts on going zero waste with kids. (I think.)