Today I spent more time than I should've Searching for a paperclip. I searched my desk, for I could've Sworn I had one on my desk. I shuffled papers, and stared off into space, My mind drawn out to a dozen concerns.
No paperclip. Why? Shouldn't there be a paperclip?
I thought I had one. I remembered that I had a paperclip At home in a drawer beneath the microwave. Perhaps that was the paperclip that I searched for? I searched a number of other desks, but to no avail. Finally, I went to the office supply closet And got a paperclip out of a box of paper clips. I used the paperclip, bent it, and discarded it.
I then sat down to do other work at my computer. I put my hand down on the desk beside my computer. Without a conscious thought, I brought up my hand. There in my hand was a paperclip. How could I have missed that paperclip, It was sitting right there in the open on my desk? I smiled.
What else could I do, Save write down how I'm losing my mind?
Life is a frantic search for misplaced paperclips.
--Ray
-- Edited by rayb at 12:42, 2007-06-26
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That's good! I don't lost paper clips but waste lots of time trying to get organized, somehow your poem reminds me of that perpetual quest to get organized. I do know where my paper clips are- but at times I spend way too much time looking for other lost items.
great point, nita! Turns out, to add insult to injury, the day after i wrote the poem about a true event that happened to me, I noticed a whole box of paperclips sitting on the eraser tray of my whiteboard in plain sight. I just smiled, cuz well... I really must be losing it... :)
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
I need some large paperclips here at my office actually... All we have is 1/3 box of the useless little ones
Admin in our area is on vacation. Helpless in the procurement of office supplies without her, unless I go down to the customer plant, which ain't happening this week since it is a holiday week and folks are on vacation so staff meeting this week has been canceled...
Oh, I guess I should go back and read the poem...
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