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excavations

Gift or Warning?

Bizarrely marked pencil suspiciously placed on my desk

When I arrived at work today, there was a strange item smack in the middle of my desk. It was a pencil, but not one I had used or left there. It is a near-perfect number 2, unsharpened with an only slightly used eraser. But near the business end, there are three deep, narrow, perpendicular grooves, equally spaced and cut down to the lead.

What does this mean? Who left this pencil for me to find? What were they trying to communicate? Is it someone who, as a coworker suggested, is harboring a secret, tormenting crush on me and has to chew up pencils? Doubtful. The grooves are too small and regular to be caused by normal human teeth. Is someone trying to send me an ominous message? Confuse me? Make me waste time writing this blog?

Admittedly it's not as bad as a dead bird left by your cat, or a horse head left by the Godfather. But it's freaking me out. Who are you, mystery pencil leaver?!

V.20 No.20 |

excavation

Office Excavations

The weird stuff I'm finding in the workplace

Just in case you missed last week's inaugural post, here's the deal. I inherited a desk and half of an office from a long list of venerable arts editors. All of them left a layer of stuff, things, trinkets, periodicals, tchotchke, edibles and more, in between layers of paper. As I excavate, I share the strangest or funniest bits.
Today's find: pearl necklace. Go ahead, make all the jokes you can think of right away. Get it out of your system. We did it too.

V.20 No.19 |

The weird stuff I'm finding in the workplace

Taking over for John means, for one thing, that I'm taking over his desk. My lovely office mate, Marisa, and I decided to give the whole room an overhaul. It wasn't just the arts editor's desk that was obscured under stacks and piles and heaps and drawers full of weird stuff. It was the entire half of the room, really. We moved a gargantuan, stuffed, white chair and uncovered a squished mass of mail, books, notebooks full of scribblings and more, probably from years ago. To be fair, John inherited the state of the desk from the previous arts editor and just kept working right on top. She, I'm sure, did the same. The cool part of this is, excavating layer by layer is like going back through time. I'm going to post the random things I find as I settle in. Tonight's offering is condiments.