(Note: Let me just say that I love it when desks have that piece that's intended to block a persons view of your feet, that normally faces your customers, but instead is mashed up against the wall making access to any type of outlet impossible unless you can dislocate your wrist bones like a snakes jaw and fit it into the one inch space. So listen up: run a goddamned power strip/ethernet/whatever out from behind your desk BEFORE you move your 800 pound press board desk against the wall, okay?)
Last week I was called to a *very dog friendly* business to connect some equipment. There are at times three to four dogs roaming around.
So after making the connections I rolled out from under the desk, stood up, shook my wrist bones back into place and realized one of the employees was staring at me.
"Maybe we should've vacuumed before you went down there."
I looked down at my clothing and saw a dog hair patina on my clothing. Many years worth of dog hair from many dogs had created a Sasquatch-like covering over my clothes.
I imagined the blurry camera phone footage documenting me loping out to my car.
"It almost looks like it's wearing Dockers, but I know it's Sasquatch. Thing I didn't know was that Sasquatch could drive!"
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