If so, the state Department of Conservation and Recreation has a job for you.

... The cops stop in thinking you are burglarizing your office.

Kathleen Valentine loves going to the state fish pier in Gloucester, especially on a sunny day when the fishing boats come in. She describes the scene, including the way the fishermen repair their nets:

... With knives the cut away the excess attachments, with line and large bobbins that serve as needles, they weave the damaged places back together. They move along the pier always bent over their nets working as they go. Some sit on over-turned plastic milk crates. Some stand, some kneel. They spend hours and hours. Sometimes I can hear them talking to each other as they work–-sharing news and gossip, telling stories, discussing politics and keeping the world running properly. ...

Melissa Chang knows first hand how rare they are:

... For every start-up founder, I think, balancing a career with the rest of life is something to think about. But as a woman, the issue rarely leaves my mind. It adds urgency, pressure and stress. And I'm sure for some women, this trifecta of bad emotion is enough to keep them from starting that start-up.

Undercover Blonde reports the new host at the South End restaurant is a social worker by day - and is trained at picking out the sociopaths:

... You can totally tell. They're very calculating. They're in your face, looking over the list, surveying the entire scene of the restaurant before you can even quote them a wait time. They know exactly who is getting up when. They may try to be your friend, but they've always got an eye on where they can weasel in on the list and how they can get a table faster. ...

Mags is a chef who takes the B line home from work:

... Waiting for the T to arrive, I silently pray that by some miracle it won't be crowded and that I'll get to sit down instead of having to smoosh up against pretty people dressed for a night on the town. Alas, I never get my wish. Not only am I dead tired and my feet hurt, but I feel bad for you, my fellow riders, because I am aware of the odor that is seeping out of my clothes and into the tiny, hot space that we are sharing.

So please, if you see a girl in checkered pants on your way home one night, please know that she's sorry for stinkin' up the place and that when she's not at work, she's one of the best smelling people in the city. :) ...

That's essentially what the Supreme Judicial Court ruled today in the case of a Big Dig worker who, after 27 hours straight on the job (yep), fell asleep at the wheel on the way home, crashed into a telephone pole and then sought worker's comp. Terry Klein provides some analysis along with a copy of the decision.

Stacey J. Miller refused a client's request that she send out a prank press release yesterday:

... The press release would have contained how-to tips that were "funny," because they represented ideas that were diametrically opposed to the author's "real" how-to tips. I declined to send out such a press release on the grounds that it was irresponsible. ...

Maureen Rogers is a member of the Writers' Room of Boston, which provides carrels in a downtown office building for writers to, well, write in:

I spend several hours a day working in the Writers' Room of Boston, which provides quiet space for writers. We have about 50 members, with working space for 10 (12 if we stretch things), and at any given time we average 3-6 folks writing (or reading or thinking) away.

When we say quiet space, we do mean quiet space: no talking, no humming, no whispering, no muttering, no cursing, no whistling, no slamming your fist down on the keyboard. ...

She goes on to compare that to past offices in which she worked.

Spatch reports he spent yesterday afternoon on an enjoyable ramble about downtown, Beacon Hill and the Charles River:

Today at 11:00 my boss approached me and said "We drew names to see who could take the rest of the day off and you won. Do you accept?"

I said, "Well, let me think about it."

He said "With pay?"

I said, "I'll be done at 11:30." ...