I was just leaning back in my chair having a stretch after editing an article when my roving pastor dropped in to chat about my armpits.
What do you mean I can't be serious? Do I look like the sort of fellow who would joke about something like this?
Perhaps I should explain. The owner of the building in which I maintain my office has engaged a corporate pastor who comes to visit once a week. We will call this pastor Richard, because that is his name. Though I do not work for the company whose building houses my office, Richard pops in to see me anyway. I'm not sure if this is because I am his only source of jokes about bagpipes and such, or because he sees me as someone who needs a lot of spiritual guidance. (I tend toward the bagpipe-jokes theory myself, but I may be wrong.)
Anyway, it seems that Richard had run across one of my recent blogs on the EE Times Programmable Logic Designline Website, "Death by armpit!" Don't ask me why a member of the clergy who has no interest in electronics was hanging around a Website devoted to programmable technology. Some things should forever remain a mystery.
In the blog in question (and it is certainly a blog in questionable taste), I waffle on about my recent discovery that the ingredients in underarm antiperspirant/deodorants may be toxic. Some studies have linked these ingredients to things like Alzheimer's and cancer. Richard mentioned that a number of the people he has met in his travels use underarm deodorant to stop their feet from sweating and smelling. (And I thought my life was interesting.)
While he was imparting this tidbit of trivia, Richard was walking on the Treadmill Desk in the corner of my office. I proudly informed him that I didn't have a problem with sweaty feat, because I wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, and I proceeded to prove that by waving my feet in the air.
It was about this time that I started wondering about other All Programmable Planet community members and their work environments. I mean, anyone who happened to walk by my office door at that time would have seen a wall of computer screens and my bare feet waving in the air as I chatted with a pastor walking on a treadmill. If the truth be told, that's about par for the course around here, but what about everyone else?
This is why, ultimately, we find ourselves here, with me musing about your office. I'll tell you what -- I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Send one or more photos of your office to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Are your desks and chairs (and floor) stacked high with books and papers? Do you have to wend your way through complex assemblies of test equipment? Or is your desk so organized that even the pencils are arranged with mathematical precision?
Once I've received a sufficient number of responses, I will create a slideshow of the milieus in which we while away our days. If you ask me nicely in the comments associated with this article, I will even be moved to make a short video of my pleasure dome for your delight.