Outsourcing

Years ago this week I received a Priority Mail box stuffed with sticky notes, Wite-Out, binder clips, staples, rubber bands, Sharpies, paper clips, mechanical pencils, rolls of tape, and a couple of Steno pads rattling around. There was a note that read: “What this present lacks in wrapping paper it makes up for in office supplies.” It was a gift from Leighlan who had pillaged the supply closet of her temp job for my birthday, and then mailed it on their dime. It was perfect.