My new desktop
My co-worker D– stops me in the hall. I don’t know how you function, Felix, she says.
I don’t know what she means, and then I see her looking at the thing a student confused with a pizza box. You got pizza? he kept asking me.
It’s my new desktop! I say, with everything I usually leave on my desk.
It’s made out of the boxtops used to hold reams of paper, so there’s a ready source of re-usable boxtops in the building. Everything that I normally stack and stuff into the confines of some kind of bag I now shuffle into assorted piles and– well, I pile them.
The result is a wonder to behold. If you’re me. For some reason, I don’t think it’s going to catch on.
felixnation :: Oct.14.2008 :: The Coal Mine, coworkers :: No Comments »