Paper Clips

When I’m processing certificates, I am almost always overwhelmed by my desire for paper clips. My desk is small and I’m working with a couple of piles of paper all at once. This is the time when paper clips would be the most fantastic thing on the planet.

However, that part of my job only lasts for maybe an hour or two. The rest of my work day is devoted to waiting for the phone to ring. By midweek, I’m lucky if this happens twice in an hour. There tends to be a lot of down time, is what I’m saying. This is downtime during which I could and would make paper clip jewelry and give it to my coworkers. And then I would have no paper clips when I really needed them, and would ignore calls in favor of making lavaliers. And then I would be fired.

So I think I understand why they don’t give us paper clips at work. I think I need to bring the Disapproving Quail to work with me. It may be the only way to ensure my productivity.


About Morgan Maria D'Isidoro

Morgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, recovering pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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