Hi Mom,On a stressful Monday morning, there's almost nothing better than grabbing a can of air, pointing, and shooting for all it's worth at your keyboard, mouse, phone and monitor. I know, it sounds strange, but something about breaking the cadence of keyboard clicking--or in August, sometimes just the silence--with a piercing blast of decompression is, well, rewarding.
It's a bizarre experience because you know you're kicking up all the dust that ever settled on your desk and sending it not only circulating into shared airspace but also directly into your own face. Still, that doesn't stop anyone from seeking this particular satisfaction. Or wondering how they got air into a can in the first place, much less how they can charge for it.
The can gets cold eventually, as you hold down the red trigger, and your fingers either go numb or you wise up fast and put the can down. Even then, you keep watching it out of the corner of your eye, just thinking to yourself, hrmm...10:10...I could stand to do that again. Just then, someone a few desks over cracks a smile and asks if you'd mind passing the can on over so they can clean their desk off, too. And then it all begins again.
Happy Monday.
Love,
Karen
lol!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Mom