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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Preparing for a Printer Failure


I’m walking by the printing room where Brigid is finishing off the last of our office summer barbecue invitations when I hear the noise. It’s the kind of sound that makes the muscles in your back tighten up – a loud crunching as the paper grinds up into a crumpled and shredded mess between the rollers.

The machine exhales in three high-pitched beeps and the small screen on the front starts flashing.

Brigid looks at me with wide eyes. “Well, that can’t be good.”

She hurries over and reads the words on the touch panel aloud, “Printer fail.”

I follow along and look over her shoulder just as Andy walks in behind me.

“What’s all the commotion in here?” He asks.

Business lady with a printer

“The printer appears to be kaput.” Brigid responds, after checking the paper tray and opening the rear access door to peer inside. She pulls out the torn invitation, which is now covered in ink splatter and not in any way legible.

Normally, after removing the jam the printer would come back to life. But the machine has now completely shut down and refuses to respond to Brigid’s prompting, as she methodically pushes a combination of buttons.

“Ah, yes. It was only a matter of time.” Andy sighs, as if he had been expecting this for a while.

I eye him curiously.

“The printer has been… uhh…disagreeing with me quite often lately,” he says. I can’t help but notice a hint of guilt in his tone. “I was prepared for this moment, which is why I went ahead and placed an order for the All-in-One Inkjet Printer in this month’s Office Plus flyer.”

“With the instant rebate, we saved 55 dollars,” he says, “I figured we couldn’t go wrong.”

Good recovery. I raise my eyebrows, impressed by his proactive efforts.

“It should be in tomorrow, actually.” He smiles.

Brigid lets out a sigh of relief. “Ah, you’re my hero, Andy,” she says, adding, “I never thought I’d hear myself saying that.”

He gives her a wink and struts back out the doorway. I can’t help but laugh. “Oh Andy,” I mutter as I turn to leave the room.

Brigid chuckles behind me. “I can only imagine what the office barbecue will bring!”

Stocking the Office Supply Cupboard with Unbeatable Value


I am putting together the final touches for my presentation, when the stapler runs out of staples.

I dig through my desk in search of replacements. “Aditi!?” I call out.

She pokes her head through my office doorway. “Yes?”

“Would you mind grabbing me another pack of staples from the office supply cupboard? I have three minutes to finish getting these handouts together for the meeting.”

“Of course.” She hurries off, only to return moments later with a troubled look on her face.

“The supply cupboard is as empty as a box of Timbits left in the lunchroom.” She says, handing over the stapler she swiped from Andy’s desk on the way by.

“Ah, shoot. Brigid was supposed to restock but she’s been home sick with Strep Throat,” I sigh, using Andy’s last staples to finish up.

“Can I ask you one for more favour, Aditi?”

“I’m all over it!” She replies, waving the May Office Plus flyer in the air.  I hadn’t even noticed it sitting on my desk. Andy must have dropped it off earlier this morning.

“Look at all of the OP Brand products featured this month,” Aditi says with excitement. “OP Foldback Clips, and Reversible File Folders. And of course OP Standard Staples – with 5000 per box!”

OP, Your Savings Brand

I scan the flyer quickly, but I don’t really need to. The OP brand is not only top quality, but it’s also unbeatable value. The flyer couldn’t have come at a better time. After dropping into the red on the Q1 budget, it’s clear we need to lower costs to improve bottom line. It was a discussion topic on the agenda for today’s quarterly meeting with the staff.

“Office Plus saves the day again,” I smile. “Let’s go ahead with the usual order.”

“With all the money we’ll save,” Aditi says, “there will be plenty leftover to buy more Timbits!”

We laugh.

You can never have too many Timbits.