I don't have a lot of "comforts" at work.  The comforts that our office supplies, are my responsibilities generally.  As in Latte Fridays, which trust me I enjoy, but I also get to print out the form, make sure everyone writes down what they want (which is more of a pain than it should be and I've come more and more to the point of just telling people what they want.  No one seems to mind this oddly enough), and make the run.  Or, I started ordering and stocking the break room and fridge with snacks and sodas.  Why I decided to start doing that, I don't know.  I don't even drink soda.  But there's no going back now.  All this to say, there is one thing I consider a great pleasure and joy at work, a responsibility of mine that I have taken to the inth degree and have discovered no one gets more comfort from than me.  The moose.  He's been a reindeer, donned a bikini on the first day of summer, been a Husky, a leprechaun with pretty blond braids, he's been Lars (one of the attorneys), he's been a sunbather on Kristin's desk with a good book and a very tall margarita (he was then left hungover on the floor behind my desk the next Monday), whatever the season or celebration the LLF moose is there.  He's become a staple item for our seasonal and holiday decorations and I've been plotting the past two days about what the Moose will be for Halloween.  I think I've figured it out.  LBL says no one will get it, because he doesn't get it.  I'm really quite excited. :)