RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH.

[constance]

So every now and then I have to go into the office of this one coworker of mine who has a little basket of those squishy silicone stressballs (how splendidly alliterative!) to talk to her about one technical matter or another, and every time I go into her office, I am compelled to squish these stressballs. I mean, it really is a compulsion. I cannot stop myself from doing it. When I am walking to her office, I am saying to myself, "Okay, Cammy, you are NOT going to start kneading those things because it probably annoys her to watch you mauling her belongings." But somehow they always end up in my hands without my even realizing it.

Anyway, she was on vacation last week, and when she returned this week she had a present for me: A STRESSBALL OF MY VERY OWN. It was waiting for me on my desk on Monday; it is orange and has these soft little cilia and you roll it or squeeze it or poke at it or mold it into amorphous shapes and I am so in love! I have been playing with it for two days now, and it is so very satisfying. As a Fidgeter from way back, I am in heaven.

It was the silliest, most thoughtful little thing. Don't things like that just make you happy?

:::

PS - There was an emergency meeting of the Book Lover's Trivial Pursuit Club last night, and thanks to the dozen or so Curious George questions and no thanks to all the Philip Roth questions, I emerged the clear winner. I just thought you needed to know this.

 

Comments

Tactile people unite!

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

I for one am always thrilled when people maul, pick through, or pillage my things. It made my day when the mom of one of Brooke's friends was clearly not listening to a thing I was saying in favor of perusing my bookshelf; she spied a ratty, coverless copy of Christy, squealed like a little girl and said, "I'm taking this home with me!"

As for the squishy stressballs, I love them, too. My favorites, which are probably not specifically designed for absorbing stress, are the ones that are spiny on one side, but lo! you can turn them inside out and have the spines disappear in favor of a surface that looks like a bloated, furled sea anemone.

Philip Roth? I'd have choked big time. Congratulations, you clever thing, you.

Re: Tactile people unite!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Aha! I won in spite of Philip Roth, not because of him. I am no fan, believe me.

And I always get anxious when people rummage through my things. It's a little bit that I'm possessive of my stuff, and a whole lot more that I'm just worried through my things I will seem like a fraud or a dork or, you know, somehow imperfect in some way. Which is perfectly stupid, but there you go.