The life of a cubicle worker means a certain imposed conformity. People personalize their space with photos of loved ones, or cute but crude drawings by their children, but sometimes you come across the bizarre.
Not sure what this creature is supposed to be... a teletubby? And why it is here? The dominant occupant (a human) is a young (no, not that young) technical guy who makes our telephones or computers or some other technical thing work.
But I am not here to judge. After all I have a ukulele in my work space!