Off Topic With Ashley

I just finished replying and actioning the email in my inbox. Now I have none left. This is bliss.

I’m thinking I ought to keep a packet of little sticky stars on my desk, so that I can hand them out to myself whenever I do something good. It’s not an original thought; once when I was in primary school I spent my pocket money on a packet of sticky stars. I took them to school the next day and the teacher thought I’d stolen them from her.

Lesson learned: teachers are dumb.

Luckily my stars were slightly darker than hers, and I must have had a really good excuse or something because she ended up giving them back to me and that was that. I think I might have ruined her economy of good deeds though, because with the sticky stars flowing freely in the classroom, there wasn’t really any incentive to try harder.

I was, am, and will always be a stationery geek. I’ve curbed my fetish for office goods somewhat, but inside I’ll still know. I’ll always desire thick reams of freshly bleached paper. I’ll still have to tear myself away from the newsagency when I walk past. I’ll still spend twelve dollars on a biro because of the slick gel glide and translucent rubber grip.

Though you may not see it, I’ll still be that guy on the inside.