
This ball became the subject of many conversations. People wouldn't believe that it was all bands and no ball in the middle. One client even thought it was a baseball in the middle. He wanted to take it apart just to make sure it was all rubber bands. I told him he was welcome to as long as he would put it back together.
There was a time when my ball was kidnapped and I went so far as to threaten to request to see the security tapes just to find out who it was. I got it back but always locked it up after that. Clients would go in there and ask to bounce it. One man told me that it was a giant ball of bacteria. Being a germy, that really hit a nerve. I refused to touch it for a while and was trying to think of a way to soak it without making it fall apart when another client told me "If you want to get literal, then everything is nothing but a big ball of bacteria". Eww. I started working on it again after that. This same guy wanted me to take it apart before I left, count the rubber bands and have people guess how many there were. I was tempted. I was also asked to pass it down to someone else at work as a "Legacy Ball". I considered that for a while too but I decided to keep it for myself as a paperweight. I also thought I could use it in pictures when I write to update my now ex co-workers. Aww.
The ball is actually somewhat bigger now since I got a whole of rubberbands on my last week. Oh, and I guess it had been a long while since I posted any picture of myself here so, there. Yes, I pose with toys at work. I never said I wasn't a dork.
feeling: free!
listening to: Bloc Party (Tulips)
3 comments:
Thanks, Jess. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring it home. The kids want to play with it now and I'd afraid that a band might snap.
-groan-
That is cool.
Cool rubber band ball, dork!
My husband had one in college and I think it may be somewhere in our house or garage still...and probably dry rotting!
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