After spending the last two hours searching everywhere for a particular client file, I still come up empty-handed. A lump of frustration is swelling up inside of me. I sit back in my desk chair and let out an exasperated sigh.
Where in the world could it be?
I think back to my spring-cleaning efforts a couple of months ago, desperately trying to remember where I put things when I “re-organized.” Somehow it was easier to find documents when my office was in complete disarray.
As a last resort, I pick up the phone and dial Andy’s connection.
“Hello!” He answers, a bit too cheerily for my mood this morning.
“Hi Andy. Sorry to bother you. I’ve been looking high and low for the Centrix file and I can’t find it anywhere. Do you have any idea where it could be?”
“Hmm… Didn’t you file away last year’s clients in the staff filing cabinet?”
Aha! “Thank you!” I reply in excitement, hanging up the phone and hurrying out the door to the printing room where the staff filing cabinets are situated.
I find the file right away and head back to my desk, just as Andy meets me in the hallway clutching what appears to be a giant calculator to his chest.
I wave the client file in the air and smile, feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed at my disorganization.
“Here’s the answer to your problems,” Andy says with a grin, as he follows me into the room.
He punches a bunch of keys on the device and a small piece of paper escapes out the side. He then hits another key to release the note and peels off the back before sticking it to my desk.
Rona’s desk. The tag reads.
“Just so you don’t lose this, too.” He laughs, handing over the device.
“It’s the PT-D200 Label Printer from this month’s Office Plus Flyer.” He explains. “Being organized just got a lot easier.”
I try it out, printing off a label of my own. “And perhaps a lot more fun,” I respond with a chuckle.
As Andy turns to leave, I thank him with a friendly pat on the back. He walks out the doorway, completely clueless to the Andy’s shirt tag I stuck to him. “Just so you don’t lose your shirt!” I call out with a laugh.