Took an early lunch yesterday and one hour time off in lieu (all those five minutes I arrive early into work add up!). I had double checked with the team that they had given me the stationary order for the week, rang it through and duly left. Spent the afternoon leisurely strolling around the shops, thinking about my playlist for Sunday evening’s show (which incidentally I am now calling Layby Lullabies).
Imagine how I felt the this morning when I found a handwritten note from my team leader requesting a five pack of post its and ten black biros. I checked the stationary cupboard to discover that someone had been rifling through and it could only be likened to a war zone. It was like something had detonated and sent notebooks, paperclips, elastic bands and correction fluid flying. Marcus, senior solicitor, told me to stop being so over dramatic. That was until he had an irate client, a leaky biro and was asking me for a replacement pen.
I sent an email out to the team, explaining that it was tantamount to stationary abuse!
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