It’s a good thing I've found
Zentangle®. He/She is my new BFF and has
saved me hundreds,
if not thousands of dollars in psychiatric fees.
Yesterday I went shopping for a few
office supplies at the discount store. I happened to need a stapler. (I wanted to keep my Zentangle notes
all neat and tidy). I was in an
organizing mood and was in a hurry to get things done. . Unfortunately, that
was not in the cards for me.
Now, I’m no weakling. I’m pretty sure
I could fight my way out of a paper bag if I was provoked, but getting that
dollar store stapler out of its wrapping was an exercise in frustration. That thing was sealed up tighter than Fort
Knox. Who wraps an item that’s worth a dollar in plastic that costs three times
the cost of the contents? Just doesn't make sense. After two broken fingernails
and a gash on my knuckle, I finally wised up and went for the kitchen
scissors. This “plastic” must have been
an off shoot of some space material the government was testing for space use.
It was indestructible.
I was working up quite a sweat, and
my annoyance level was entering the red danger zone. If this was a Barbie doll
my grand-daughter would have gnawed through and opened it in ten seconds flat. (She
has a talent for opening these kinds of things at holidays involving gifts)
Finally I managed to break it open,
and filled it with staples as fast as I could. I’d already wasted too much valuable
tangle time on this stupid chore. Walking over to my desk I accidentally
dropped it and it exploded like shrapnel from a ten ton bomb. A sigh as big as Texas came up from that deep
well of despair inside me. It’s times like these that I overtly thank the “Zentangle
Gods” that be.
Sitting down doing a tile saved my sanity, not to mention some
random act of violence from occurring. Next time someone says to me “What are ya doing that
for?”, I’m getting them a stapler from the dollar store and a few tiles to work
on.
‘nuff said.
Here endith the rant for today.
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