I glanced at the my tool bar to the far left was button labeled HELP. If I clicked on it, would it really help? Can anyone really help me now? I decided it was worth a shot.
I clicked on it. I brought down a window that was labeled help topics. I scrolled down the list…. hmmm… no nothing about life trauma, tribulations, depression, anxiety.
What about my trusty old paper clip, he always seems willing to help. I brought him out from hiding. I had previously put him away after he bugged the hell out of me when he wouldn’t stop asking me if I needed help writing a letter. He seems happy to be out of hiding. He doesn’t seem to hold any grudges against me, good old trusty paper clip.
“Mr. Paper clip,” I typed, “financial troubles.” He came back with “Trouble finding files?”
NO! I retype, “help with money”
He responded, “Help with recording billing information for a task?”
“Hmm,” I thought, “getting closer, one more time. How can I make more money?”
He responded, “Change the width of a contact card?”
Let’s face it, my paper clip though eager to help, is a moron. I right clicked on him and hid him. Although, I must say, having someone sit around awaiting your command is kind of exhilarating, I brought him back out, paper clip, what should I have for lunch?…
sent to me by email by my sister, The Raven and posted on Kick Off Your Shoes And Stay a While December 2006