There are many people in the office world who still want desperately to believe that such a place can be a “fun” environment. Maybe this is why such species try to make their cube area possess the sort of look of a child therapist’s waiting room.
While some like to tell themselves it’s “soothing” or “relaxing” to have like a mini zen garden or some shit up on their desk, it’s really just a means to try to get someone, anyone, over to their cubicle to engage with them so they can feel a little bit less alone. Alas, the only person who ever tends to come by is the creepy single guy with a paunch and a receding hairline.