Life in the office can get kind of boring, so I figured a pet would be nice.  Here’s my new office mate -

roomba

Kelley and I got this thing about 3 years ago.  He was such a good pet.  He would clean our floors faithfully and dutifully.  As Butterfly got older, her toys became more numerous.  We soon realized that it took more time to clear the floor for the Roomba to work than it would take for us to actually vacuum the floor.  Not to mention, we think that he had been secretly scratching some of our flooring.  We were so disappointed.  Kelley cried a little as we packed him up and put him away.

About a year ago, I found a good place for him and sent him home with a coworker.  (The trade involved me getting a Chick-fil-a sandwich.  I’m pretty sure that I came out on top with that deal.)  The battery was shot and wouldn’t hold a charge.  He invested some money and got a used battery on E-bay and was happy….for a few months.  Once again, the little fella was packed-up and put away.

Today, the coworker came into my office asking if I wanted it back.  I was hesitant at first.  Would it be awkward after all this time?  Would I still be hurt because of the floors?  You know what…I’m a forgiving soul.  I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have an office vacuum.  So I took the old fella in and spent some time with him.  He was so tired when I first got him that he couldn’t even find the charging station.  I’ve given him some food to power him up.  After my meeting this afternoon, I’ll unplug him and see if he can do a couple of laps.

I sure hope the old fella holds up.  If not, I guess the only thing to do would be to retire him in true southern fashion.  We’ll take him out back and shoot him.  It’s the way he would want it.