i watch you while you work
Once upon a time I was a temp and that's how I ended up working at a law firm for an ugly year of my life. Anyhow, when I was brought on-board full-time, the desk I was given sat directly beneath this stuffed and mounted bear's head.
This bear head belonged to one of the partners of the firm, who I reported to. He, a pilot in vietnam who became a disgustingly rich real estate lawyer who frequently went out and shot things. Over his desk was a stuffed warthog head. I don't know if you've ever seen a warthog in the flesh and up close. Completely appropriate name.
I'd often have to track down the exact kind of gun cabinet he was looking for or locate the exact print he was looking for . A very specific painting of a very specific battle in a very specific conflict way back when people rode horses into battle.
The bear head was tantamount to my boss, constantly looming over my shoulder, fairly unemotional, vaguely menacing.
I'd sometimes stand up the wrong way and smack my head against the bear's head. (I think that I may have actually cracked its lower lip doing that once too often.) But I never grew tired of poking and prodding it. The tongue was still springy; locked into its particular bendy shape, but it would give when you pushed against it, coiling up in the back of the dead bear mouth.
It's the little things that got me through.