{"id":684,"date":"2008-05-27T13:45:51","date_gmt":"2008-05-27T20:45:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/valianthosting.ca\/clients\/daemon\/?p=684"},"modified":"2008-05-27T21:14:18","modified_gmt":"2008-05-28T04:14:18","slug":"confessions-part-the-second","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/?p=684","title":{"rendered":"confessions, part the second"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once more I grace the pages of my blog with an admission of my fallibility and an acknowledgement of my addictions.  First it was <a href=\"http:\/\/valianthosting.ca\/clients\/daemon\/?p=518\">brads and eyelets<\/a>.  Now it&#8217;s office supplies.  Granted, this should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who&#8217;s ever met me and been in my presence when pens share space with my roaming fingers.  I have to test them out.  Writing fluidity, weight, balance, colour &#8211; all these things combine to make pens fascinating to me.  As much as I love computers, I&#8217;ll never be able to break free and leave the world of paper and ink behind me.<\/p>\n<p>I can spend hours in office supply stores searching for the perfect pen.  I dragged my poor Filipina friends from store to store in numerous malls searching for pens I&#8217;d seen or used at work.  I once gave money to a friend traveling to India so he could buy and return with bags of pens (all for me!!!).  I&#8217;d discovered a pen I loved when I was living in Bangalore in 2003 and, to my eternal pain and suffering, they weren&#8217;t available in North America.  Of course I hadn&#8217;t realized this until after I&#8217;d landed back in Canada.  It made perfect sense to load my friend up with a whopping $5.00 and have him acquire as many of the pens as he could while he was there.  I even gave him my last adored pen to take with him so he know exactly what to buy.  He returned with 50.  I&#8217;ve been using them as my &#8220;daily use pens&#8221; ever since.  Soon, I&#8217;ll need to find a way to return to India so I can buy more. Sometimes having quit my globetrotting job to go work in academia sucks.<\/p>\n<p>Today was a wonderful day at work.  I had a desperate need for some DVD&#8217;s and data storage units so I could generate backup copies of all our courses.  So, like any good office worker, I trotted myself over to the goddess of all things office related &#8211; our office admin.  She placed the order and then allowed me access to the <em>tickle trunk<\/em>.  No.  Costumes for Mr. Dress-up, Casey and Finnegan are not stored inside K&#8217;s cubby.  Instead, it&#8217;s where the standard office supplies are stored.  Sure it houses staplers, scissors, and sticky notes.  But it also houses the cream of the crop &#8211; pens, pencils, markers, sharpies, high-lighters &#8211; it&#8217;s like a little dose of heaven to go scrounging inside the boxes stacked on the shelves.  You never know what will be in stock.<\/p>\n<p>*sigh*<\/p>\n<p>One red rollerball, black staedtler fine liner, and purple highlighter later and I&#8217;m in heaven for the rest of the day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once more I grace the pages of my blog with an admission of my fallibility and an acknowledgement of my addictions. First it was brads and eyelets. Now it&#8217;s office supplies. Granted, this should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who&#8217;s ever met me and been in my presence when pens share space with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-684","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/684","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=684"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/684\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=684"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=684"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}