Many years ago when my workplace first adopted hot desking they installed a row of lockers for staff to keeping our stuff in, now we weren’t going to have our own desks. I jokingly said, because it reminded me of being in school, that I was going to cover mine in pictures of The Cure and the Pixies. This must have been overhead by the nearby PA of our senior manager because less than an hour later an email came round forbidding the decoration of lockers. She was very much a ‘make arbitrary rules on a whim’ kind of manager rather than a ‘actually manage people and get work done’ kind of manager. She also tried to introduce ridiculous rules over what kinds of food people could eat at their desks which fell apart when her favourite underling walked into the office after a week on leave and oblivious to BreakfastGate eating an unlawful bacon sandwich, and there was gleeful uproar and she had to back down. She was also hilariously fired less than a year into the job, for lying about being ill and then posting on Twitter (which we were all following because she was apparently too dumb to understand what ‘public’ means) about shopping for shoes and throwing parties.