Ethernet is My Love Language
How the small things are the big things and vice versa
I sit under my desk, hunched over, legs crossed. I don’t see the mess from where I sit, but I know it’s there. I take each of the ethernet cables: the one for the thermal printer, the color printer, the HP, and the Canon, and undo them. Like releasing a braid, the cables lie flat, relieved. I pat them on their stomachs. “You did good,” I say silently. Life is moving fast, but the least I can do is organize the ethernet cables underneath my desk.
I relieve the 5-port ethernet dock from its duty, swiftly replacing it with a 10-port version. I weave the cables behind the desk legs, laying them next to each other like sisters in the deep sea. I pull out my label maker, and write “Mac-Mini” and “Label Printer” on each one, then wrap it around the wires tenderly. You’ll be at my feet. You’ll be neat.