"All words are symbols that represent unspeakable realities. Which is also why words are magical." (Donald Miller tweet)

Friday, February 04, 2011


Yesterday morning, I came to work, used my keys to let myself in, went straight to my office and did desk stuff for a few hours.  Got up once or twice to make a cup of tea, or ... you know ....  But that was it.  No appointments.  No meetings.  I'm not even sure there were any phone calls.

Around noon, the other two people in the office had to go out for something, so I was left on my own.  That's when I realized how hungry I was.  No car - weather is yucky for walking, and I'm on a roll with my work - hmmmm, what to do?  Oh!  Wait!  There's a new vending machine downstairs in the gym!

As if I have a dollar in cash.  I know right well I don't, just a bus ticket and a bit of change.

So. Hungry.

I wandered around the office for awhile ... tried to work again ... can't, too hungry ... wait ... what is this?  Two shiny quarters on my messy desk!  Surely I have two more quarters in my wallet!  I might not have a dollar, but I'm SURE I have fifty cents!  Yes!  Yes I do!  Hooray!  Now I can eat!  Just grab my keys, go downstairs, unlock the gym ...


where are my keys???!!!!!

They were gone.  Not in my purse, not in my coat, not on my desk, not in any of my shoes, not on the counter, not in my purse, not in my coat, not in the bathroom, not in my purse, not in my coat, not near the kettle, not in the tea bags, not in my purse, not in my coat....

To quote Charlie Brown - "ARGH!!!!"

So. Hungry.

I even texted the two that were out, wondering if they had picked up my keys by mistake.  Nope.  They had not.  They came back and loaned me keys so that I could go downstairs and get my chocolate bar.  Then I went back to work, blood sugar now manically high, still with no idea where my keys were.

I eventually found them.

By accident.

Inside my desk.

In a box of pens.



Janer said...

We are, spiritually speaking, sisters. My keys have a very fulfilling life of their own quite apart from mine. Sometimes, we our paths cross.
And yes, we do read it.

Patti said...


Nice. Took me a second to get that last part.

Cathy Martin said...

Ha! I can totally relate to this post. I am forever losing my keys. Just the other day they went missing, I searched everywhere, pockets, the depths of my purse, every place I could possibly think of. They were missing for 2 days and I was convinced someone had stolen them or Mike picked them up by mistake. Well, yesterday I found them, on the dashboard of our car in plain sight. Needless to say, Mike was not impressed, but I'm sure by now he's used to my antics, lol

Bob said...

Over the years we have spent many a happy hour seeking my better half's keys :)
Experience has convinced me that they will usually be found hanging in the lock on the outside of the front door.
Not the best place to leave them but maybe the would-be thieves would be so pleased to be able to drive off in our car they wouldn't bother to rob us :)

Joe said...

How did the keys end up in the pen box? Low blood sugar! Your brain ain't working right when you have, low blood sugar. You can't remember what you do when you have, low blood sugar. The things that you do do don't make sense because you have, low blood sugar. The do that do that don't dew the do-do duh...

Oops.. need a sandwich, low blood sugar.

Sheepdog said...

Hmmm... I think a loss prevention strategy is in order here. I think one of your friends should provide you with a tin of cookies or some other yummy thing for you to keep in your office to maintain your blood sugar so you don't lose your keys.

Patti said...

Sheepdog, I think that is a PHENOMENAL idea.

However, I used to keep granola bars in my office for just that reason, but as I said to someone who asked me where those granola bars were when I was in a similar low blood-sugar moment ...

"I ate them all."