I have casually mentioned from time to time that I really like office supplies. I could browse the aisles of the office supply store for hours on end. Blank notebook…. the perfect pen…. the smell of a fresh box of crayons… beautiful white erasers…. ahhhh… the joy…
And I like the familiarity of the supplies in my workspace. I like my little purple pens, and my colourful little paper clips. There is comfort there.
Then a couple of days ago this guy rushes into the office and says to me, “I’m giving a presentation in the next room. Can I borrow a dry erase marker. I don’t have that much to write.” Now that last sentence sticks out in my mind because really, who would say that? Who would even think I might be concerned about the amount of ink one uses if they borrow a pen? It wouldn’t occur to me.
But what did occur to me was that the only dry erase marker I had in my entire pencil cup was my orange skinny one. I’m very attached to my orange dry erase marker. It doesn’t stink. I’ve had it to write “back in 5 minutes” on our old office whiteboard and it survived when even our in/out magnets got stolen. It survived the move to our new office building. It was with great hesitation that I admitted that yes, I did indeed have a dry erase marker.
“It’s just a thin one,” I said as I showed it to him. The vibrant orange cap hinting at my lie when I said, “It probably won’t do at all.”
“It’s perfect,” he said (and it was). He added, “I’ll bring it back soon.”
Which he didn’t of course. It’s been two days and the marker has yet to return. I’m pretty sure the presentation is over.
So I complained to my co-worker. I whined about my orange marker not being returned. I lamented the broken promises.
It was then that she pointed out that we haven’t actually had a white board in our office since we moved to the new building three months ago and maybe I should just let it go.
(Sigh). Maybe she is right.
Or not. I went home that night and, still wound up about the entire event, told my girls that someone came into my office and borrowed a marker and never returned it. Dolittle said, “Hope it wasn’t the orange one.” (That’s my girl!)
Maybe I should alert the media and let people in the area know there is a lying, pen-thieving lunatic on the loose who is not to be trusted with precious office supplies? Or put posters on lamp posts with an artist sketch and a number to call if anyone has seen my marker? I don’t think that’s too over the top… do you?