Injury on the job

I have a tendency to sit cross-legged while tpying at my desk. What inevitably happens is that one or both of my knees will bang furiously into the sharp corners of my desk, causing pain, bruising, and a great degree of internal disgust at my inability to avoid repeating the same foolish, injury-inducing action time and time again. And the worst part about it is that I know, deep down, that every time it happens, my dog is mocking me for my overwhelming display of clumsiness.



My dog likes to sit at my feet while I type. It's endearing, really, especially when he barks and whines in his high-pitched yelp-style of communication, thereby snatching my train of thought right out of my brain and effectively shoving it out the window.

My dog reacts to just about every noise out there. He flips when the doorbell rings and growls at the clunking noises of the heat coming up. Even the sound of my fingers tapping against the keyboard makes him start panting every now and again. Therefore, when I smacked my right knee into the desk corner just moments ago, I expected a rather significant reaction from the little critter, especially considering the extended stream of expletives that erupted from my mouth in an uncontrolled, screaming fashion. What I got instead was silence coupled with a wide-eyed stare that could only be interpreted to mean "I can't believe you did that again. Who needs training now, lady?"

He has a point, and I'll be sure to contemplate that point while I spend the next twenty minutes icing my poor, damaged knee.