My private zone
October 2, 2007 8:28 am Tales from the Frontis non existent. I have struggled to accept that, but some days, I just do better than others with this concept. This morning, I sat down at MY desk to discover that MY pencils were missing and someone had put a pen that doesn’t work properly in MY pen holder. I detest a poorly performing pen. I have a carefully selected assortment in my holder, and those are the ones I want, the only ones I want, and you better leave them alone. I once went so far as to buy pens emblazoned with “MOM”, but they were horrible, skippy pens and quickly ended up in the garbage, though not before being “borrowed”.
Perhaps it is time to investigate higher quality personalized pens in my continuing quest for writing perfection. I could maybe get ones with built in sirens that sounded an alarm when touched by fingers not attached to my own hand. Do you think that would work?
