To the left of my work desk is a utility shelf, on which rest several boxes and storage containers (we had to downsize when we moved into our current home, and we were not very good at it).
Taped to said utility shelf is an 8 1/2-by-11-inch copy of my all-time favorite poster, which is “believed to be” in the public domain according to the US government website on which I found it.
The poster, which appears to have been created by a very artistically gifted child, depicts a large orange fish (with green eyelids) smoking a cigarette, through which is a fish hook. Very faint puffs of smoke can be seen above the cigarette. The fish looks extremely morose, as if it is thinking, “Why me? Why am I so addicted?” The big yellow letters in the upper right-hand corner read, “DON’T YOU GET HOOKED!”
Hooked. Get it?
I first saw this poster in the nurse’s office in junior high school. I thought it was so beautiful—very artsy. By the time I went back to class, I was in love with it. The poster was also in the nurse’s office in my high school (I guess the county schools had bought them in bulk). Years later, I had a friendly acquaintance who had seen the same poster in a Baltimore County school. She, too, thought it was beautiful.
So, why I am going on about a poster with a fish smoking a cigarette?
The copy next to my desk inspires me. I just love having it there. I named the fish Fred, and sometimes, between tasks, I talk to him. “Life is hard,” I will say. “Isn’t it, Fred?”
Or maybe, “AI is so scary, Fred. Don’t you think so?”
I am well aware that Fred cannot move, let alone answer me. But I still find it therapeutic to breathe a single sentence to him once in a while. Some people talk to their pets; I, not having any pets, talk to my poster copy.
How do you cope with stress while you are working?
