My Terms....

Today I experienced an event that was once in a lifetime. It was so significant that I bother to blog about it.

I know this has happened to all of you. You are working away, stapling stuff together when suddenly out of nowhere, you run out of staples. I hate that.

You first experience the disappointment of the misfire.

Second, your work is interrupted as you hunt for refills. Then you load the stapler and give it a few fires to see if it’s functioning correctly.

Lastly, you resume your work where you left off….a little more bitter that where you started.

How could such a little machine control me?

Today, I was happily stapling away when I got a hunch that I may be out of staples. I looked at the little reveal where the staples are loaded and saw a red plastic thingy. Upon further investigation I found that indeed I was completely out of staples.

Ahh haa, you nasty little machine. I am loading you with staples on my terms, not yours.

For once I preempted the disappointment of the staple failure.

I feel more in control.