A Paperclip Fettish

Sorry about the lack of updates, been pretty busy. I like to blame my business on being RS president, but then realized a couple weeks ago that the things I was off doing every night had nothing to do with my calling, I would be doing them either way. So there goes that theory.

So quick update on me- job going pretty well, I'm now officially on the payroll, so that's exciting. The only difference really is that I have a nameplate now outside my door, so if I forget my name, I have a quick reference. And I now have to use the time clock system, so I can't sneak in 5 minutes late without anybody knowing the difference. Not that I would do that. Ahem.

We purchased our plane tickets for the summer vacation finally, a couple weeks ago. I will officially be in Mexico June 2-11. Pretty dang exciting. Any tips anyone has on vacationing in the Yucatan are welcome, we are flying into Cancun, and wish to see all the cool stuff in the area, while avoiding crowds and over touristy areas. And let me just say that my tax return, along with the "stimulation bonus" or whatever the heck they're calling it, is pretty much paying for my trip. Thank you, US government. Alas, I will not be spending it assisting our great economy as you would wish me to do. Sorry about that.

So I have this weird thing at work. I use a lot of paperclips. Legitimately, I mean, I just need them a lot. I'll have a lot of stacks of paper, with many papercliped throughout- generally because I will need to run them through a scanner and so don't staple them until I'm done. As a result of this, there always seem to be a spare 3 or 4 paperclips loitering on my desk. And I find that somehow, there is constantly one in my hand. I don't know how it happens. Generally I don't really realize I've picked one up. I just go to type something, and discover that I must put down the paperclip I've been fiddling with first. Sometimes, just to change things up a bit, I find myself fiddling with the little bunny eraser someone planted on my desk around Easter time. It's pretty strange. And, incidentally, I have ruined more paperclips. I play with them, moving the inside part around until it's pretty much useless in actually clipping paper together. So then I throw it away, put the rest in my drawer, trying to break myself of the habit. But, since people hand me stacks of paper with paperclips strewn about all the time, I find myself playing with another one a mere hour later.

So the question, I suppose, is why does there always have to be something in my hands? At least I've moved up in the world. In college it was always silly puddy or a mini-slinky that I would find myself playing with.

Tip o' the day: When in a down mood, watch an episode of Remington Steele or Star Trek (any of them really, although I would recommend Voyager first). There's nothing better!