I’ve got two cups on my desk for writing utensils. One, a decorated tin can that my daughter made for me, houses all my colored pencils as well as some scissors and a range of drawing pencils. The other, a mug my wife made for me with my children’s picture and names, has all ink – highlighters, ultra fine point Sharpie markers, and regular old ink pens.
See? There they are. Well, they sit right next to the mouse pad, utensils within a nanosecond’s reach if necessary. Yesterday, during a moment of pause, my right hand leapt from the keyboard and grabbed the black Sharpie pen and started sketching the first thing the eyes found – an eviscerated carcass of a pack of Trident Layers gum. Before I knew what was happening, the pen got put back and colored pencils started filling in the white spaces. When I finally realized what had happened, I took a picture.
Thar she blows. Look, the sketching apparatus didn’t even bother to find a clean, unused slip of paper to mess on. It apparently flipped over a stapled report. Sheesh! I hope I don’t have to bring that to a meeting, or something. 🙂 This didn’t take very long, so I was able to get back to work relatively quick. Whew! Good thing the apparatus isn’t a perfectionist, huh?