A Notebook Case That Can “Do It All”


Andy pokes his head through my doorway, “You coming, boss?”

“Be right there,” I call back, stuffing my portable desk into my laptop bag. I’ll be working remotely for the afternoon and therefore need to bring everything with me – file folders, my laptop, charger, tablet, USB stick, wireless mouse… the list goes on. It’s no wonder the old leather case is busting at the seams.Notebook-calculator-and-offic-17412668

I get the zipper up as far as it will close, and then swing the single strap over my shoulder. We have an important meeting this morning, and I haven’t even had a coffee yet – usually I’ve had at least two by now. It’s just going to be one of those days.

I give my desk a quick once-over to make sure I have everything before following Andy out the door. We’re carpooling to the meeting – an hour and a half drive. These rides with Andy are always interesting. I just hope we have time to stop for a coffee along the way.

As I turn the corner to head out the door, I hear an unfortunate sound – a loud tear followed by several consecutive crashes. I look down to see my laptop bag hanging open, and a trail of my belongings strewn across the floor.

“Great,” I mutter.

I bend over and start pushing everything together in one big pile on the floor. Andy comes to my side to help. “Yikes,” he says. “I guess that poor old bag just couldn’t take it anymore, huh?”

I nod, feeling frustrated. Now what am I going to do? I ask myself, scooping everything up into my arms. Andy disappears for a few moments and returns with a cardboard box. “It’s the best I could find,” he says, holding it out to me. I dump all of my belongings into the box and clutch it to my chest. How embarrassing.

Just then I spot the nice black case hanging off of Andy’s shoulder. He catches my eye and looks down. “From the Office Plus flyer,” he says, turning the bag towards me. “It’s the SwissGear Notebook Case with Tablet Pocket.” He unzips it, right in the middle of the hallway. I wonder what on earth he is doing, expecting all of his belongings to fall to the ground just like mine did. But nothing happens. He holds the case open, pointing out all of the different compartments whereBusinessman-Holding-A-Briefcas-7680334 his supplies are stored securely.

“Wow,” I mumble, feeling a pang of jealousy. “It’s so nice and… organized.”

“It’s great,” he says. “You really should get one.”

Clearly. I make a mental note to order the exact same case as soon as I return to the office this evening.

Andy and I walk out to the parking lot, my cardboard box in tow. “Think we’ll have time to grab a coffee?” I ask, opening the door to the backseat and shoving my box inside.

“I think it’s fair to say you could use one,” Andy replies, ducking into the driver’s seat.

I join him in the front, on the passenger’s side, and he starts the engine. “Hey Andy?” I ask. “Next time you order anything from Office Plus – anything at all – mind letting me know first?”

He nods, smiling. “You got it boss.”

You Can Never Have Too Many Pens


I’m sitting in the boardroom at our monthly staff meeting, listening to Aditi go over our reports, when my pen suddenly runs dry.

I search frantically through my purse for a backup, trying to memorize the numbers Aditi rhymes off so I can be sure to jot them down for review.

Brigid, who is sitting in the chair across from me, slides a pen across the boardroom table and smiles warmly. I mouth the words “thank you,” and start scribbling away to catch up.

But I can’t help becoming distracted by the pen’s smooth, soft grip and archival quality. It glides across my notepad, leaving a smudge-free line of black ink behind.

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Aditi’s voice trails off and everyone starts to gather up their things and head for the door. I follow closely behind Brigid, handing her pen back to her.

“Keep it,” Brigid says. “I just got a pack of 12 from the Office Plus e-flyer.”

“Thanks!” I respond. “I’m going to have to get some for myself.”

“It’s the Jimnie Gel Rollerball Pen,” Brigid tells me, pulling the flyer up on her tablet as we walk back to our offices. “You save when you buy a pack of 12.”

I glance over her shoulder as she flips through the pages, stopping her as she scrolls past images of notepads. “I’m running low on these too,” I tell her.

“I like the Recycled Perforated Pads myself,” Brigid says. “High quality legal rule on one side and blank on the other – and made with 100% recycled paper.”

“Sounds perfect!”

“I’ll email you the flyer,” she says over her shoulder as we reach my office door and she continues down the hallway.

I sit down at my desk and carefully place Brigid’s pen in my penholder. Minutes later, I hear the familiar ding coming from my laptop and Brigid’s name pops up in my inbox.

I waste no time finding the pens and pads and sending in my order. Who knew you could get so excited about note taking? I decide to purchase two boxes of 12 – just in case someone asks to “borrow” a pen at the next board meeting. It doesn’t hurt to have a backup. Plus, you can never have too many pens.

Some Things in Life Just Need to be Labeled


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.

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