Adventures With a Stapler

That’s it guys, that’s it. I’ve lost my fucking mind. I couldn’t find a stapler in my clients office this morning so I looked all over my coworkers desk, drawers, all over my desk, then a couple other peoples desks – couldn’t find a stapler. Finally I borrowed one from someone, went back to my desk, stapled a bunch of crap, worked there ALL DAY. Then, after a pack up all my stuff and get ready to leave, guess what I see sitting RIGHT NEXT TO MY FUCKING MOUSE THAT I’VE BEEN USING ALL DAY?
My brain is all sorts of fucked up. I literally sat there and stared at a stapler all day long and apparently my brain couldn’t identify what it was.

Can I get a collective head desk?

Oh, and in case you were wondering, there is no such thing as an interesting picture of a stapler. 

8 thoughts on “Adventures With a Stapler

  1. This reminds me of the lovely incident when my father couldn’t find his car keys, even though he had them in his coat pocket during the entire time that he was tearing up the house and reaching new levels of bad parenting and domestic violence. Of course, this really has nothing to do with your story, and my intrusive attempt at making it all about me could be considered offensive, but in my rambling, round-about way, my elusive point is that incidents wherein someone didn’t know where something obviously was can eventually lead to blog posts and therefore we grow as writers. Did I bring it full circle? If not, please don’t be too harsh in your retribution, as I’ve been incredibly gassy since I took full advantage of the “all you can eat” aspect at the local Chinese Buffet restaurant, three DAYS ago, and I’ve just not been right since… 😉

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