Sticky Notes
At work, Focus Business Solutions, when typing in entires, we commonly use Excel. Excel has one flaw, and a flaw I trip over about once a month. “What is that flaw?” you ask, well… Excel, unlike Access doesn’t save what you are working automatically, AND unlike Word, it doesn’t go out of it’s way to ask you if you want to save it if you accidentally closed it. You can see where I am going with this right??? Well this happens around once a month, no matter how hard I try to prevent it. I work for hours upon hours, and then, when I am just about done, something happens and I accidentally hit the little “x” in the upper right hand corner as opposed to the minimize box. In one split second, I am at the beginning again, all my work, GONE, everything from that day, GONE, hours of my life that I am going to have to redo, GONE. It is terrible.
The last HUGE mistake I encountered with the Excel spreadsheet took place last week. I went nuts. I cried, I stomped around the office, and then I sat back down at my desk and stared at my screen for no less than one hour, bathing in the horror that lay in front me. So, to make myself NEVER mess up again, I decided to write myself tons and tons of sticky-note messages and paste them all over the desk. Seriously, for a couple of days the screen of my computer was surrounded by a massive attack of the sticky notes that all read: “HIT SAVE!!” “HIT SAVE ALL THE TIME” “HIT SAVE OR DIE” “ARE YOU GOING TO THE BATHROOM? THEN HIT SAVE!” “HIT SAVE OR AN EVIL CURSE WILL COME OVER YOU” “STEPHANIE, HITTING SAVE MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD!” so on and so forth…
SOOO…. Austin (I am residing at, and currently in the process of taking over completely, HIS DESK) tolerated the sticky note attack for about a week or so, until it got too much for him. Austin, of course, the man of no mistakes, decided to limit my usage of sticky notes surrounding our desk. There are now only 4 left. One is taped to the top of the monitor, one is on the GIANT GROUND SLOTH’s cave, one is on our candy jar, and the last one is placed on our picture collouge (spelling?) that I put up last year. What is funny, and the point of this WHOLE story is that the remaining “HIT SAVE!!!” sticky note that is on the pictures now has a balloon around it. A balloon like you would see in the comic books, when someone is saying something. So when I came in the first day, I saw that the “HIT SAVE” balloon sticky-note was positioned right above the picture of my cat, Boots. If you can use your imagination, you would notice that it would look like my cat was telling me to “HIT SAVE”. I found this very amusing, and therefore during my time at work, I moved the sticky note over to a picture of our dog Max, who was now ready to tell Austin to “HIT SAVE” for the next day. This morning, the sticky note was moved again, this time my bunny Phoebe was delivering the message.
This may not be funny to anyone at all, but if you think of either Austin or I, back in our little cubicle, coming in to work during the week, and moving a tiny blue sticky note around a collouge of pictures for amusement, the story becomes a little funny.
(I must elaborate here, that what I have listed above is an extreme case of stupidity. This rarely happens. Usually if I accidentally “x-out” of the spreadsheet I only lose what I haven’t saved up to that point, which isn’t that much, considering how often I now save. Knowing the truth makes the story sound a little less funny, so I chose to write it in as a huge “catastorphy”, for your, and of course my own, amusement. It just had to be said, for after all I do not want to get fired for being THAT clumsy…)