The Rubberband Man
Posted in Daily Life by Howard | Tags: ball, hobby, rubberband, tennis, workMost people wake up early, go to work, complain, come home, repeat. Not me. I’ve found far much better use of my allotted 8-hours of slave labor. Although not the most glorious feat I’ve painstakingly accomplished, but I just feel this shouldn’t go unnoticed.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is my rubber band ball. No, do not ask me how many there are. I don’t know. Why haven’t I been keeping count? Well, certain people feel it’s okay to just add one anytime they feel the need. Not that I don’t approve, but this trashes the accuracy. I attempted to take a picture to show relative size, and don’t complain about quality. I’m not taking my wife’s DSLR up to work to photograph a rubber band ball. That sounds insane! If I had to guess, it’s almost the size of a tennis ball.
I started this mission about 1 year after I was hired (I’ve been there for 2 years now, so math is simple) because I wanted to make sure the job would be stable this is when I thought of the idea. None of these bands of rubber were purchased. All donated, or discovered in the very bowels of the boiler room I refer to as the warehouse. Donations are from other employees or parts that come in daily with rubber bands attached to them.
Will this break records? Hopefully not, it’s not that big. We had a 50 pounder at my previous job, but I wasn’t able to keep as a going-away present. This is something to break my mind away from work for 32-120 seconds each time I come across a round band of greatness.
