I see having an office doesn't automatically free one from the
distractions that make one unproductive at home. Skip the USB cables!
That's so last century! Go wireless!
-jc
On Dec 10, 2003, at 5:04 PM, Gabriel Orgrease wrote:
ArialPuppy!
ArialDavid & I go out on
errands this afternoon and we take puppy with us. We have been taking
puppy [Mud Slide] to the office with us so that Kathy can get some
relief. When the two dogs are together in the house it drives everyone
nuts because they keep barking at each other and running around
wagging their tails. On our errands I buy puppy a box of dog biscuits
and he is in the back seat trying to figure out how to open the box.
No problem, only a few minutes of relief – he is happy to gnaw on his
biscuits. Then as we are going to the post office David’s CD is
playing a song by The White Stripes and the singer keeps singing, “I
smell a rat. I smell a rat.” Well, just about then puppy lets one fly
and we are now driving with the windows open. David asks me if there
is substance to the issue. It appears only to be gas. So we get back
to the office -- dog goes out to the back yard -- and we hook up the
longer more expensive USB cable to relocate the printer so David & I
can both get to it without falling over ourselves and puppy. Puppy
barks a lot, so inside he comes and I give him his chew bone. No
longer than it takes for me to send a few e-mails my computer goes
blue screen with a fatal error. Seems puppy has now chewed and bitten
through the USB cable. No moreprinter for now. So I talk to puppy.
David says he will fix the cable. I recover my computer – no
noticeable data loss. While David is fiddling with repairing the cable
the puppy steps on David’s surge protector and shuts of his computer.
We are now all of us busy recovering. Puppy has gone to sleep on his
moving blanket.
ArialWell… that did not last
long. The puppy did something to make David go stand in the open door
for some fresh air. This caused puppy to wake up and run out the door
and across the street. This is scary with the cars. We got him back,
but not till after he had run around in the automotive repair yard
with the bull mastiff on a chain. The car guys were real friendly,
they all came out of their shop to help, even the old guy that looked
to be in his eighties. Puppy gave us an opportunity to meet our
neighbors.
ArialSo we go back to work
and after about a half hour I'm on the internet reading a story
instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing. David leans back in
his chair and says to me he does not want to work any more. I agree.
We are tired. We both go home.
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