when i was an intern at shelter back in the day, sj drew a big toothy mouth on a post-it note and wrote my name between the teeth. someone taped it to the stapler on my desk and there it remained for months, even when sj left, even when i left...now i'm not around there very often these days, but my stapler is still there and gives me some sense of belonging.
it's not there anymore. somebody worked really hard to peel all of those tape layers off the post-it note to free the stapler of my ownership. the becca-teeth are leaning against the security camera. next stop: garbage. i'm sure. i did just watch officespace. i know how these things work.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment