I've lost unimaginable amount of pens. Not Mont Blanc. Not Parker. Just ordinary Artline 0.4s. Nothing fancy, really. But having to work in advertising, ideas pop when you are least expected; need pens within my reach - so a scamp is still call a scamp, a tagline is still call a tagline.
If I'm not at my desk, I'll rush back. First things first.
Buy my own? No way! That's spending unnecessary money and time. Tried that. Somehow, they still got lost along the way. Okay. Fine. I'll label what I have.
Tried scraping the "Artline" off. Pointless.
Switched cap other than the pen's colour. Nope, doesn't help either.
Stocked up with office's supplies (shh~) in my drawer. No. Losts overdid the founds.
Failed big time.
Why victimized only my pens? Is my desk so strategically placed, and convenient? Good feng shui ah? Who's the John/Jane Doe here?
For fun. Yeah, I know. It's lame.
Back at home, we initials on the underwear labels; to distinguish which fabrics had wrapped which dicks. You know guy's underwear lah, all look fairly the same. Nothing sexy or lacy like woman's. I even cut hole on the labels, or removing it totally for a more obvious difference.
But mother still got them mixed up. My underwear might end up in brother's drawer, his in father's, father's in mine.
When you grabbed an underwear which don't belong to you, it screwed up the "smooth" routine self when you are already running late. Yeah, the bothering irony. And where's my socks now ah? Should I make hole on them too?
Next, I'll just glue the pen on the desk, and don't wear underwear at all.