I was somewhat taken aback this morning in Networking lab. You see, I am adamant that every pen I have will someday be used, and yaksha42
gave me a pen for Valentine's Day. So, I've been toting it around with me for the past few days, because I know that if I leave it at home, it'll never be used all up. (I have another little obsessive-compulsive streak about using pens all gone.)
So, bright and early this morning, my pen and I were in the networking lab, merrily jotting stuff down in Sam2
's lab workbook. I felt very ... loud.
The networking lab is a large room filled with narrow rows of long tables, at which are placed rolling plastic desk chairs. On the tables are flatscreen monitors, each marked with two IP addresses on stickers. Below the monitors, below the tables, are the computer towers, which are on wheels. The walls are white, with posters about connectivity and frequencies and the seven-layer OSI model. The floor is tiled in white-with-grey-streaks, with occasional squares of blue. The tabletops are pristine grey. At the front of the room is a large whiteboard. It is a new room, and has not yet gained the scuffs and scents of a well-used computer lab.
And in this room, I am sitting. I am wearing unrelieved black, and I am writing with a ballpoint pen that is wrapped in white grosgrain ribbon marked with red hearts. There is a white plush heart topping the pen, with the words "I Love You" stitched on in red machine embroidery. The heart is two inches wide at the widest point.
As if that were not enough, at the place where the heart joins the pen, there is a fluffy glob of marabou trim, bright red.
Little wisps of red feather, drifting off into the clean computer lab...