It’s Friday. And I’m tired. And I still have a list a mile long of stuff to get done before I leave today. And I edited it to be only the most important and it’s still a foot long. One of my coping mechanisms? Other than procrastination? I’ve developed it from years in the industry – go hang out in the office supply closet for a little bit. There’s something about office supplies that just jiggles my quiver. It’s not the organization per se as I’ve seen my share of chaotic office supply rooms. It’s just the suggestion of order I guess. With office supplies come order and peace. Everything is going to be ok.
Actually, writing this just now, I’m reminded of my 20 something birthday years ago. I was living in the San Francisco area and my boyfriend at the time, for my Birthday, gave me a big box of assorted office supplies. I was tickled pink. It was better than the jewelry and other gifts from previous occasions.
And writing that last bit reminded me of another birthday, even father ago. I was probably 9 or so. Maybe older. There was a big box in the living room. I had no idea what it could be. Any ideas? Apparently, my parents thought the best gift to give a youngster wasn’t a Barbie doll dream house or gigantic box of new clothes. Nope, it was a two drawer filing cabinet. And I loved it! I filed to my hearts delight. Can’t really remember what. But it was full.
So right now, this is when I wish I was at a posh office. Our lease is up this spring and we’ll be moving to swankier digs. The new digs should have an office supply closet. And hopefully, it won’t take too long to stock it. But for right now I’ve got a glorified cupboard. I just went over to the dark corner. Crouched down and opened the doors. It helped a little. But not really. I miss my office supplies.
Actually, writing this just now, I’m reminded of my 20 something birthday years ago. I was living in the San Francisco area and my boyfriend at the time, for my Birthday, gave me a big box of assorted office supplies. I was tickled pink. It was better than the jewelry and other gifts from previous occasions.
And writing that last bit reminded me of another birthday, even father ago. I was probably 9 or so. Maybe older. There was a big box in the living room. I had no idea what it could be. Any ideas? Apparently, my parents thought the best gift to give a youngster wasn’t a Barbie doll dream house or gigantic box of new clothes. Nope, it was a two drawer filing cabinet. And I loved it! I filed to my hearts delight. Can’t really remember what. But it was full.
So right now, this is when I wish I was at a posh office. Our lease is up this spring and we’ll be moving to swankier digs. The new digs should have an office supply closet. And hopefully, it won’t take too long to stock it. But for right now I’ve got a glorified cupboard. I just went over to the dark corner. Crouched down and opened the doors. It helped a little. But not really. I miss my office supplies.
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