Today, I kind of freaked out at how dirty my keyboard was: all the crumbs in it and such. This usually happens once every few months. Just like about once a month I realize how dirty my desk is and have to have a deep cleaning session.

I spent about 10 minutes blowing it out with the duster thing. And popping keys off to get all the crap out. Which happened to require getting a letter opener from Boss to pull them off.
When i returned it, Boss decides to stage an intervention of sorts

Boss: So are we over this? Are you okay? Are you settled? Had I known that’s what you needed the letter opener for I wouldn’t have given it to you.
Me: Yeah. I am good.

I turn to go back into my office.

Boss continues: Leize marie. Where did you use the bathroom in Africa? A hole or a really nice bathroom?
Me: A hole.
Boss: That’s where I get all tripped up. I think about you backpacking in the bush of Africa and how low maintenance that must mean you are. Then you go and pull crap like this. Freaking out about crumbs in your keyboard. Boggles my mind.