I have actually napped under my desk like George Costanza.

The worst, though was when I was working retail, was having a horrible allergic reaction, took a Benedryl, and actually fell asleep on the floor in the department, near the wall.

I can sleep on airplanes or in airports with no trouble--among strangers my issues are having my stuff stolen. With people I kinda know? My issues are too legion to count.

I've had co-workers come in to work in the morning and find me face down on my keyboard. But at that point, too exhausted to be embarrassed.

My mother taught me a very important lesson when I was about 10 or 11: if there is something you don't want to do, never learn how to do it and you will never have to. This was taught to me in the context of cleaning fish (which my mom has never learned to do) and I carried over into other areas of my life.

Heh. My personality is to learn it, master it, and then say "NO" when I don't want to do it. I really hate it when someone uses "I don't know how" as an excuse to not do something (and refuses to learn).

My immediate family uses the refusal-to-learn as an excuse to have me do all their computer maintenance, even if it's only in person once a year. They won't explore, and they won't try and remember stuff. It's not a good enough excuse.

I really hate it when someone uses "I don't know how" as an escuse to not do something (and refuses to learn).

See, I feel this way about other people making excuses not to use the internet, but would have no qualms AT ALL about saying "I'm so sorry, but I don't know how to skin and gut a deer. Call me when you need help roasting it back at the lodge!"

Yeah, I am talking about stuff that comes up daily (like learning how to use the internet or software), not skinning a deer.

My mother never learned to type because she wasn't going to be a secretary -- she does OK now, but I don't think she was expecting to work in a world without people to do your typing for you! (My father typed her grad school papers for her.)

(My father typed her grad school papers for her.)

That was nice of your father!

I was cracking up when I was helping Steve in Boston. At one point, I was hooking up all of his home theater components and putting up shelving and he was in the kitchen, lining his cabinets and putting away dishes. Total stereotypical gender role reversal. He's not mechanical in the slightest and gets befuddled by wires and components and hammers and nails and wrenches.

He knew how to type! Also, yes.