Down a Pen

The other day I started work with eight pens and a clean desk. After a few hours of shuffling things around, a co-worker that sits across from me came over and took one of my pens! I was in a spot where I simply could not stop him, and I know losing that pen will hurt later on.

Later on I was on the pc, and, I must have lost focus, because the guy took another one! Now I'm getting a little worried, because I know how valuable theses pens can be at the end of the day. And, I know that once I lose them, I'm never getting them back. Now this guy wants to trade sharpies, but I like where my sharpie is. A convenient spot for when I will need it.

The only thing keeping me from getting buried is that I seem to have both my highlighters, fat markers, and stapler in good positions where he can't snatch them.

So, how do you handle being down a pen or two?

You are in serious trouble and have to go for his stapler.

I have noticed at work that either I have no pens at all or I have a dozen or so of them all over the place. I can't explain it. I don't go to the supply cabinet to get pens, so they just appear all of a sudden. Then they are gone. I'm looking like a nut for a pen so I can write something and they are nowhere to be found.

I don't know where my pen is and you really don't know your one pen is, let alone two. It's a terrible fate. This will become . . .no . . .  must be . . .  my mantra . . . "My pen is to be found!"

Just don't say it too fast.

My pig is down a pen.

Penultimate.

Old school Pension

yea. video posts. Man that's more work.

The French have Le Pen

Lose him.

It's ribbed for her pleasure, not his.

Well he can get two of them for "his and her"

Is this "the shizzle?"

rhymes with "heinous"

What are we talking about? I feel like I'm behind.

The other day, I felt the need to write, and so I grabbed my spiral notebook that I keep for just the occasion.  Normally I keep a 0.9 mechanical pencil near by so I don't have to search.  Well, of course it wasn't there, and typing takes the intimacy of the written word out of it.  "Where, or where is my pencil?!" I mumbled under my breath, growing more impatient with every passing minute.  I turned through all of my drawers, tore apart the kitchen (as i had previously done a crossword puzzle in there), even went so far as to check the bathroom.  No pencil in sight!  By this point I had forgotten what drove me to wanting to write in the first place, and now it was a matter of finding that damn pencil.  I gave up after another 5 minutes and walked back into the den.  As I sat down at the table, I laid down the pencil in my hand and looked straight at it... "Uh...duh!"

Wow, a new thread from AlCzervik and a recent post from Ivandh ! ( this is like the good old days ).

Re: the pens I see only one solution. Get a heavy duty locking file-cabinet and keep everything locked up at all times ! No more mister nice-guy, you must go for maximum security.  

If you were one pen down I'd say try to trade pens and avoid trading pieces. But now it is two pens down you had better go for counterplay. With your pieces well placed looks like some sort of mating attack is called for.

Good luck.