Bear

I spent part of last Thursday in my office taking photographs of the teddy bear I bought my two-month old nephew for Christmas. I thought it would be cute to tell him (when he's old enough to understand, but still be gullible enough to believe me) that I met the bear when he was working in my office. I guess the story will go that one day I was chatting with the bear, and he said he was sick of working on osteoclast regeneration research, and I told him that I knew a little boy who would love a teddy bear, and one thing lead to another and that’s how he ended up with my nephew.

To back up this story, we took some photos of the bear hard at work, sending emails, answering the phone, using the photocopier, having a meeting, working in the lab with a microscope and a centrifuge, and so on. A few points to note:

1) There's something irresistible about a large teddy bear seated at a desk, hunched over a keyboard, staring intently at a computer screen.

2) Commercial photocopiers were never designed to be used by people 2 feet tall, be they teddy bears, dwarves or possessed ventriloquist dummies.

3) Judging by the photos, he appears to be a lot more diligent than me. It's a good thing he left or he might have edged me out of my job. The little bastard.