It's like cosplay for my office.
For a while, I've been working on a new piece of sculpture/furniture to give my personal space that sense of being trapped in a postindustrial nightmare that it was missing. Primer is your friend, as is 220 sandpaper. Bondo is more of an on again off again relationship that produces only angry sex and restraining orders.
(It's also been fun trolling my ex coworkers on Facebook, by obliquely claiming this is part of the reconstruction of an alien craft.)
Pine, birch plywood, and filler. I can't wait to get the paint on there and get the lights hooked up. Yes, there will be lights.