So at work we moved to a different office about three months ago. Over those three months I’ve thought quite a bit about decorating my cubicle, since it’s, like, four stunted gray walls with the personality of, well, four stunted gray walls. About two months ago I briefly checked out ideas on Pinterest (and by “briefly” I mean “probably spent a total of 90 minutes over the course of a week,” because I get sucked into Facebook so terribly easily and thus was firmly on my guard against the seductive wiles of cute decor) and came up with a tentative plan that involved hanging up some fabric and pictures. Probably six weeks ago I bought some fabric. It took me another month to get around to selecting and ordering pictures. Finally, last Friday afternoon, I heroically summoned the remaining wherewithal necessary to actually, like, hang up the fabric and pictures. I was quite pleased with the result.

At about 9:45 this morning, I got an e-mail from the office manager: We’re reorganizing the office today. You’ll be moving to a different cubicle effective immediately, it said.

Apparently my hidden superpower is effecting transience by taking definitive steps toward permanence. What steps could I take toward encouraging Rush Limbaugh and his ilk to remain fixtures of the airwaves?