I’m a firm believer that your desk space is a window to your soul, if not your neuroses.
My first year fellow and colleague kept his desk meticulously sterile. It was so sparsely decorated and clean, he could be the poster child for minimalism. This was in drastic contrast to our program director, who had papers and books strewn about and multiple half-filled coffee cups surrounding his desk. His chair was typically found in the middle of the room with his white coat thrown about like a kindergartener’s art project.
Here are my observations from the natural habitats and home-base of rheumatologists.