The accounting manager at the client Don and I are at this week in Oakland asked to borrow my pencil on Monday morning. She took it with her. I didn't see it the rest of the day.
Tuesday, she's in the room talking to Partner Joe, and Don motions to said accounting manager, then points to his hair and makes a writing gesture.
It's in her hair. My pencil is in her hair.
I don't even want it back now.
Today she comes in our room and starts to write on something with it.
Does she not wonder where she got this pencil from? I usually notice when I'm using a writing instrument that's not mine. And it's not like it's just another yellow pencil; it's a mechanical one. A red one at that.
I'm over it.
No. 2 Thief
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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