In a previous career life, I wrote speeches for, among other politicians, a former presidential candidate. The job
came with its own myriad of accepted behavior (read: chatting in glib, coffee-run fashion, cluttering shared space with
pun-inspired posters, and harboring a range of deeply tortured office supplies). And while I’ve since essentially gone
cold turkey (the only way to really break free), I can’t help but sometimes look over the shoulder of those who are thickly embedded in the trenches:

    

Photos by marcn, cherylefrancis and fetching.