Some private investigators have offices filled with high-tech equipment. Cameras, infra-red technology, digital recorders, high-powered binoculars, combo laserjet/fax/copier/cappuccino machine/toenail manicurer units.
I get this little mess: -------------->
His name is Romeo, and he owns the woman who runs the coffeeshop on the first floor of my building. My lawyer officemate and his secretary are dog lovers, and I like doggies too, but I've never been in a pet-friendly office. I think I put up with Romeo because he's just so danged cute. He's a Yorkshire Terrier, for those of you who don't already know that, and he's barely 8 weeks old. He might weigh one pound if I soaked him in water and tied a full baby bottle to his back. (Not that I would do that. That would be mean. Do not be mean to doggies, readers.) He comes to visit us a few times a week, and he's kinda a fun distraction. Until he leaves teensy Tootsie-Roll poops on the floor. Those aren't fun, but at least they're easy to clean up.
My male OfficeMate (the OM) just loves Romeo. When the puppy wanders into the OM's office, the OM talks to Romeo, builds him up, says all kinds of praiseful things to the miniature dust mop, and if you hear, "All right, big man! Yeah, boy! That's a big man!" then it means Romeo's just hiked up his leg and piddled about a teaspoon of pee somewhere in the OM's office. Better his than mine, especially if he cleans it up.
Some people get free coffee, flower bouquets, or catered lunches in their workplaces. I get to take a break from what I'm working on and play with a puppy where a puppy's got no business playing. It doesn't add calories or attack my (few) allergies, and it makes me smile.
I like my perk much, much better.
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