Day 4: Has Anyone Seen My Staples?
We’re going on day 5 of not being able to staple documents together.
It started Tuesday when I wanted to staple together updated life insurance forms and the stapler was empty.
No problem, I’ll check the supply bin in my desk. Nope. Not there.
Ok, I’ll check the supply drawer in the kitchen. Nada.
It’s gotta be in the top drawer of the file cabinet. Oof.
I gave up looking. And the thought tickling my brain to go buy some was quickly shut up by me knowing we have 9500 Staples somewhere in the house. Maybe not that exact amount, but you know the drill with buying staples. It’s not a normal amount, it’s an insane amount.
The amount that someone who wants to piss off the IRS would need. Did you know they actually started charging for removing staples? I assume because some people were being punks about the amount of staples they were sending in.
Anywho, I made peace with the fact that the 9500 staples would show up… and then I could file the insurance papers away.
Then comes Friday when I printed up the materials for our Q4 workshop.
A set of forms the participants would fill out. The facilitation guide. And the facilitator cheat sheet.
Multiple pages for each document.
No problem, i’ll just … #4)$
Ok, binder clip it is with sticky notes dividing the sections. And naturally flags to highlight my portions of the workshop.
Imma be alright I tell myself.
Within a couple hours of the workshop ending I check my email and find an interview request for a contract position I applied to.
Yay! But also, now I have to print up the job description and the research I did prior to applying.
MORE. PAPERS.
It hits me that I have old supplies from HerHideaways in the ottoman in our living room. I check there. No staples.
Oh, what about the art supplies in the hutch under the TV? Ugh. Nothing.
This is insane right? That I still dont have staples. That I didn’t go buy some. Or ask a neighbor for a handful.
I go lay down to take a nap. Not out of exhaustion about not having staples but like what a cool experience to get an interview on a day that we hosted an awesome workshop plus date night with the hubs.
Before nodding off the husband gets home which sets the dogs off.
Then I remember… what about that little 3 drawer plastic container next to the sectional.
Lighters, tweezers, stamps, temporary tattoos, paper clips, a weird amount of USB drives, 2 expired drivers license and …. no staples.
What would you have done? Sucked it up and bought staples? Sent your kid to get some? Added them to your Amazon cart?
At our dinner last night I told Ryan about the staple situation. This morning I thought of a couple more places they could be. He was about to leave for work and I played out a scenario for him if he didn’t swipe some staples from his work.
The scene was him telling the officer, “She seemed ok. Well, up until she couldn’t find staples for the stapler.”
I hate to finish this without a happy ending but apparently I haven’t learned my lesson yet.
Stay tuned to find out if it was a lesson of: not having 47 different locations in my home for office supplies, admitting defeat and buying more staples, drilling down harder to find where they are, asking someone to give me staples until the universe presents them to me…
