Do you work in one of those offices that makes you feel like a drone, a worker bee-- in a giant beehive? This type of office is divided into a bunch of little cells or semi squares, or as they're commonly known: cubicles. These units are the diabolical invention of some evil genius---designed to suck the soul out of any person who inhabits them.
However, people who have a sense of their own value, come up with different ways to fight this. And one of those ways is to personalize their own particular little unit, with decorations like plants, personal photos, little knickknacks, etc., all put up as a sort of good-luck talisman to ward-off the negative vibes.
This lead to all sorts of odd stuff being found in said cubicles. Things that become an emotional crutch for the owners of such knickknacks or decor, and which, if anyone else--so much as touches these talismans--cause the owners all kind of emotional distress.
Well then, welcome to the office I work in. A quick tour of the cubicles reveals an amazing variety of objects that people use to decorate their workspace. One lady is the plant lady, another has all kinds of seashells, there's the guy with baseball memorabilia, and so it goes.
To me the most fun of these decorations is the middle-aged guy who has all kinds of stuffed creatures all over his cubicle. I mean he has a whole menagerie in all sizes--- consisting of: dogs, tigers, cats, elephants, monkeys, birds, turtles, and most interesting of all ---this large boa constrictor. The best of this case being the fact -- that he has a name for his creatures. So that every day he kind of refers to them by name, as if to soothe his own bruised soul. As you can imagine--this is a source of mirth for the rest of the his office mates, who wonder why he never outgrew this childhood habit.
Anyway, as in any office, we always have some sort of activity going on, such as celebrating someones birthday, baby shower, engagement, and such, which means--- that at times--- people bring their kids to the office, and everyone gets to relax a bit from the drudgery of the work at hand. Now when you bring children to an office, being the free and innocent little souls they are---they don't feel the evil vibrations of the office. and pretty much turn it into their playground. In a way showing the adults---that hey, you can have fun here!
That happened one day at my office. We were having a party, I don't remember the occasion, but people were allowed to bring their children. There we were, taking a break from the usual routines, and the children began to run around from cubicle to cubicle--having fun discovering all the stuff people kept in them. When they got to the stuffed menagerie it was like hitting the jackpot for them. Wow! they stood there admiring all the creatures--and then it happened---they just started grabbing the different animals --and of course--the big hit was the boa constrictor---the children loved it!
Next thing you know, the kids are running around with this large stuffed snake having a grand old time playing with it. When mister stuffed-creatures saw this--he went into upset-panic mode--and began chasing the kids---yelling at them to leave old Boa (his name for the snake) alone. Naturally this made it into even more of a fun game for the kids--who now, were not only mocking him by keeping the snake, but actually hiding from him--and daring him to find them.
This provided the rest of us with no end of amusement, as he kept asking us, to please get the kids in line--and help him get his creatures back. After a while, the children finally tired of the game and came back and handed him the snake and the other stuff they had taken--and thanked him for allowing them to play with his toys. This upset him greatly--as he explained to them that they were NOT toys they were decorations. The kids just shrugged, and left.
The rest of us had to keep our faces as straight as we could---so as not to upset this guy even further. But as soon as we were out of his range--we just laughed heartily at the whole show that we had just witnessed.
