Stationery supplies
Mar. 24th, 2006 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyIs there any thing in the world less helpful than a computer trying to anticipate your every need? I don't want numbered paragraphs, damn you!
When I started working here, I was kitted out with a full stationery supply on my desk, which included the world's most beautiful stapler. The Rolls-Royce of staplers, was my stapler. It was beautiful, and it stapled like a dream. It even had a compartment in the bottom to store spare staples and a space to put a name label. Such a fine piece of equipment. You can imagine how devastated I was two or so months later, about a year ago now, when I lost it. I looked everywhere. I even accused Greg of stealing it, as he does with so many of my pens, but it was not to be. So I had to get a new one, and it was horrible: it makes a funny noise and I have to press hard to make it work. I think Loretta deliberately bought me a cheap and nasty one because I'd lost my lovely one so soon after starting (and possibly because I did make a bit of a fuss about it and Loretta, efficient though she was, was not whimsical and just didn't understand the love of a financière and her stapler).
A year on: I found my old stapler this morning.
At the back of my stationery drawer, behind the sticky tape dispenser I rarely use.
When I started working here, I was kitted out with a full stationery supply on my desk, which included the world's most beautiful stapler. The Rolls-Royce of staplers, was my stapler. It was beautiful, and it stapled like a dream. It even had a compartment in the bottom to store spare staples and a space to put a name label. Such a fine piece of equipment. You can imagine how devastated I was two or so months later, about a year ago now, when I lost it. I looked everywhere. I even accused Greg of stealing it, as he does with so many of my pens, but it was not to be. So I had to get a new one, and it was horrible: it makes a funny noise and I have to press hard to make it work. I think Loretta deliberately bought me a cheap and nasty one because I'd lost my lovely one so soon after starting (and possibly because I did make a bit of a fuss about it and Loretta, efficient though she was, was not whimsical and just didn't understand the love of a financière and her stapler).
A year on: I found my old stapler this morning.
At the back of my stationery drawer, behind the sticky tape dispenser I rarely use.
