I come into the office and what do I think when I open my door? Ugh, I hate how the letters in my name are too close together.
(No, the other faculty in the building do not have this problem with their nameplates. Yes, if they did, I suspect they are more temperamentally well-suited to not having it be a teensy-daily-grate on their nerves the way it is for me.)
Thanks to a friend for directing me to the term “keming” as a neologism for my plight.
BTW, this is what my office looks like:
Suggestions for what to do with the wall above the radiator welcome. The wall behind my computer is supposed to have a bulletin board, which has sat in the corner of my office for more than six months as I wait for someone to come and hang it. (I was warned against doing it myself because of this being an old and fragile building, but perhaps should anyway.)