Friday, August 25, 2006
little office joys
We all try to keep ourselves happy at work. There are simple things I find joy in, some very insane, and some are objectible. What's your little office joy?
Sharpened pencils. I love it when they're all in a cup and nice and pointy. Anyone who makes a mistake of landing his/her palm into it shall be sorry and impaled. The nice grinding sound the sharpener makes gives a momentary high too.
Shredding paper. It gives you the feeling that you're flushing your problems to oblivion, blowing them into smithereens minus the explosives. There's a certain kind of rush.
Punching holes into paper and filing them. Filling up 3-hole binders with documents is a weird form of therapy for me. It makes it seem that my life is organized. I haven't filed my stuff in months. I should do it soon. This is very much connected to the shredding high.
Typing fast. The clickity-clackity of the keyboard when you're speedily typing about gives this sense of accomplishment. It makes you sound dedicated and passionate about whatever you're doing. Work or blogging. Hehe.
Shutting down your computer. Another day has ended. Yey.
dezphaire strapped in @ 10:53 AM
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