My friend, Angie, teaches geology at a couple colleges in New Mexico. I like this job because she works weird hours, like I do, so we IM each other a lot during the day. It’s nice to have someone to talk to. I mean, yes, I’m talking to other people – through my keyboard – all day. But she’s the one I can be privately snarky with.
But that all changes in the summer. She takes her kids – sometimes her husband if he doesn’t have to work – and they wander around the country. We still IM and text all day. But sometimes not. I hate summer.
BUT! They have taken a break from gallivanting for a little bit. So today, Angie was saying how typical it was that when her desk is spotless, Maggie the Cat wants nothing to do with her. When it is “overrun,” that’s where the cat wants to be. I nodded and was about to type in that I totally get it. Though with Kitten Thunder there really is no point where they don’t want to be on the desk.
Then I got the pictures. And I have two points to make:
1. This, by my standards, is hardly overrun. Look at all that surface that you can see!
2. It never occurred to me that geologist would have different work stuff than the rest of us on their desk.
Weights with no paper.
In other desk related news, Oliver and Obi’s birthday is July 27. Their wish list has been submitted to The Boy.
Poor Maggie just longs for the outdoors.