i have always justified the continual pursuit and capture of vintage
saxophones in the wild (along with their spoor, mouthpieces and
ephemera) with "well, i need one for practicing at home and one for
practicing at work".

I was considering a small bench at work for a while, to plane and
mortise on my lunch hour and of course, justify a set of work tools.
Sadly, the powers that be were not amenable to wood chips and shavings
on the carpeting. Have to limit it to whittling with the smokers
outside the building, and they haven't complained about wood chips in
their ashtrays.

Michael