Let me paint you a picture. With words. It’s like a book, but I’m trying to sex it up.

I’m at a meeting; we’re on the last bit so we’re doing a round to check if anybody has any comments. I take out my notebook to jot down a reminder.

The round reaches my neighbor, and he’s apparently completely dumbfounded; I look up and notice him staring (in awe, I’m certain) at my notebook which apparently distracted him from the joy of the meeting ending.

Either it was the fact that my notebook is very purple, flowery, and my pen very pink, or it might be the fact that somebody working in IT is using dead wood for note-taking.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.