I think I'm learning to act in more devious ways when an opportunity presents itself. Ever since Oct. 2014, I've been hauling a 10 pound computer back and forth 4 days a week; no trouble if you have a car, but on the subway it's painful, awkward, and ultimately was turned down on every level possible to relieve the physical stress. Yes, it hurt. A lot, since I have the equivalent body of a 65 year old without the Medicare or Social Security benefit.

Since I do have these two offices, I'm looking at which one is primary, and where I'm supposed to be. Answer: they don't know or care. I FINALLY (and we're talking about arguing every month since the move) got a new laptop, especially since my old one is 6 years old and the battery won't even hold a charge anymore.

I finally also got a docking station for the new computer at my corporate "official" office, so hopefully if I successfully switch them, they can't take my old one - it's useless, except for where it is. For the new one, I'm moving it where I hope they will look and say that it's new; why take it away and replace it? And if they do take the new one? Oops, their fault. If they take the old one, oops, they didn't order two docking stations (the danger scenario where I start over again).

Sometimes finding creative solutions works, so if this doesn't happen, I'll find  another route. It is a new year, after all. I might as well fight for it.