Lapiz...
So, I'm filling out some financial reports and realize that the use of a pencil rather than a pen would be much to my advatage. So, I head upstairs to the supply closet to grab a pencil. When I get up there I see the only pencil option availible is a yellow No. 2 pencil...unsharpened. So I think to myself...hmmm...unsharpened pencil, I don't have a pencil sharpener. I know the classrooms here have sharpeners but I think they've been here since the 70's so they really don't work at all. I then head to the onsite department and ask them if they have a mechanical pencil. NOPE. Then I asked if they had a sharpener. NOPE! At this point I'm thinking to myself. How silly is to to buy NO.2 pencils with no sharpener. So, I head on over to the offsite office. They had a mechanical pencil for me there...and they also have a sharpener. So, it all worked out. But, I still think it's a little weird to have No.2 pencils and no sharpeners provided in places where people can find them easily. And so, I wasted time looking for a dumb pencil...and now I'm wasting time telling you my story...but, I had to let other people out there know the craziness. Oh and, if I wanted to order my own mechanical pencils...I'd have to fill out a PO and wait at least a week to get it! I think next time I'm in wally world I'll pick up my own pack!
posted by Brooke at 1:36:00 PM
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that's a good pencil story. my most recent experience with pencils is my drawing pencils. my teacher talked me into 9Bs since they do such a good job at being dark and line control without much effort. anyway, i keep them all in my little art supply (not air supply, gary) box. and i think by now, that box has slammed into the ground at least eight times. every 9B in that box is now in 3 pieces or more. and since they are woodless, they fall apart as soon as sharpen down to the break point (not point break, gary).
sounds expensive...since we are all sharing pencil stories...does anyone else have one?
In elementary school there were those pencil sharpeners permanently attached to the wall (with the lil hand crank) for the ease of sharpening pleasure. The problem was the particular nature of these bestial devices; each one could rotate vertically to allow for one of two sharpening modes: regular thin pencil mode and super-jumbo-fat-pencil mode with a hole diameter the size of an elephant trunk.
Now regular mode was fine, yet invariably some clown would rotate the sharpener to the jumbo hole. In a hurry I would start to crank before inserting the pencil and when I slammed the Woodbine home the teeth of the jumbo hole would consume at least half of my innocent pint sized pencil in a fraction of a second.....
In a lemming inspired stupor of youthful exuberance I never ever ever could remember to check and see if it were the proper hole.......
This caused the migration to......The Mechanical pencil (ca 1984). Now I carry mechanicals in all varieties to perform any task. The .3mm for fine detail, the .5mm for general abuse and the .7mm and .9mm for general chunkified scribbling/drawing.....
I'm lost without those lil chillinz.......
WOW (said in amazement)!
wow. i forgot about the pencil size adjustors on those things. but you are right. another synaptic pathway retread.
YIKES!!!!! That just sound so gross...think of all the DNA you left on those walls!!!
they've painted over the dna by now.
I didn't say it was there now. :-)
with a little forensics scraping, i bet we could find out.
Do you still have your CSI kit?
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