August 06, 2007
The reason for the season
I've had a considerable absence from this venue. It occurred to me today that that's because I've lost track of my reason for writing. Some people write because their born to it and they feel like they have words bursting from them that need to be put on paper. I'm certainly not one of those people. Others write to communicate, to express themselves and gain the understanding of their readers. But why would I care what others think? Still others write to educate, to pass down their wisdom to others and improve the world. I don't feel that way about wisdom. If I ever get some, I'm going to hoard it.
In looking back, it seems I write because I've got no other convenient medium for bitching and moaning. So, that brings us to today's post.
Today I realized I'm doomed to the pink sticky notes. We have about 30 pads of sticky notes in our office. They're of all different colors. Somehow, no matter what I do, I always end up using the hot pink ones. I stay late and hide them. Literally, hide them behind desks and shit. I went to the trouble to hide one inside the ceiling like some sort of nightmarish alien paparazzi, stalking through the vents to feed on blood and illicit photos. Every morning when they come in all of my smiling employees are scribbling happily away on their green and yellow sticky notes and resting on my desk, practically grinning at me like some sort of sticky pink Cheshire Cat, are the damn hot pink sticky notes.
Tomorrow I'll try the garbage disposal, it looks fierce, it might help me.
Posted by DjDuk at August 6, 2007 11:44 AM | TrackBack
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