SWEET: Stress balls. I have several varieties of stress balls on my desk, and I use them all throughout the day for different reasons.
If I am actually stressed and just need something to fiercely squeeze, then I'll pick up whatever is nearby.
If I'm bored/light-headed because of hunger or medication, I choose the ball that looks like a volleyball (with an unexplainable pink dot on it). It is the perfect size for my hand, and it is soft. However, I don't use this ball for squeezing. I instead take it and bounce it against my cube wall and watch it roll down a pile of CDs, onto my dry erase board eraser and then finally back to me.
Another way I battle boredom or ditziness is by picking up my tiny globe stressball. The small size of this ball makes it perfect for my Desk Plinko, a la The Price is Right. I toss this ball on top of my phone, banking it against my cube wall and/or enormous dry erase calendar, and then watch it roll down my phone. It reminds me of Plinko because it can take a variety of routes to reach its ultimate destination -- my hand.
Neither of these games lasts very long, mainly because I don't want to piss off the people who sit near me.
I also have a small leather-ish stress ball that's filled with some sort of hard material, similar to a bean bag. I hated this one at first -- I mean, what's the point of a stress ball if you can't squeeze it? (This was obviously prior to my discovery of Desk Plinko, etc.). Anyway, I was rightly put in my place by a co-worker who busted into my cube with HIS stress ball and showed me how you could wear it down if you used it often enough. So that is what I'm striving for. Everyone has to have goals, people!
SOUR: This entry. This entry reminds me of the Sex and the City episode when Carrie had writer's block and started to write about socks. Socks and the City. This entry about stress balls is equally as ridiculous.
If I am actually stressed and just need something to fiercely squeeze, then I'll pick up whatever is nearby.
If I'm bored/light-headed because of hunger or medication, I choose the ball that looks like a volleyball (with an unexplainable pink dot on it). It is the perfect size for my hand, and it is soft. However, I don't use this ball for squeezing. I instead take it and bounce it against my cube wall and watch it roll down a pile of CDs, onto my dry erase board eraser and then finally back to me.
Another way I battle boredom or ditziness is by picking up my tiny globe stressball. The small size of this ball makes it perfect for my Desk Plinko, a la The Price is Right. I toss this ball on top of my phone, banking it against my cube wall and/or enormous dry erase calendar, and then watch it roll down my phone. It reminds me of Plinko because it can take a variety of routes to reach its ultimate destination -- my hand.
Neither of these games lasts very long, mainly because I don't want to piss off the people who sit near me.
I also have a small leather-ish stress ball that's filled with some sort of hard material, similar to a bean bag. I hated this one at first -- I mean, what's the point of a stress ball if you can't squeeze it? (This was obviously prior to my discovery of Desk Plinko, etc.). Anyway, I was rightly put in my place by a co-worker who busted into my cube with HIS stress ball and showed me how you could wear it down if you used it often enough. So that is what I'm striving for. Everyone has to have goals, people!
SOUR: This entry. This entry reminds me of the Sex and the City episode when Carrie had writer's block and started to write about socks. Socks and the City. This entry about stress balls is equally as ridiculous.
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