This will be my last day as a employed member of a society for at least 4 months. It’s an interesting feeling. I find myself daydreaming about movies I’ve seen depicting characters on their last day of at the office.

Please don’t think less of me after having read this, however I feel that I should lift something from the office before I leave today. Just a little something? Earlier this morning I found myself looking around while waiting for the perfect moment. Still, I can’t imagine what I would steal. Why would I need a stapler or paper shredder on my trip across the country anyway? I guess you never know. Maybe I’ll use a hole-puncher to hole-punch leaves on route through a thicket in Wisconsin – just to mark a trail in case I become disoriented or lost due to an overdose on cheese. Then again, maybe I should take a glue stick to aid in fashioning a quick newspaper raincoat while walking along the dirt roads in Mississippi.  Or maybe…

Paperclips! Ah ha, paperclips. They’re like these steel amoebas that can be used in a diverse array of sticky situations. To this day every time I see a paperclip in the most domesticated of settings, I yearn to let my survivalist instincts take control. I’m pretty darn sure that without a hitch, armed solely with a box of paperclips, I could construct a ladder out of my 17th floor window in Rockefeller Center that would place me safely on the ground. It probably only take about 5 minutes. Seriously.  Paperclips are so darn universal, too. They can serve practically any function. Maybe the big heads of NYC are rubbing off on me, but I bet anyone in this city could physically reconstruct the Chrysler building to size with paper clips in no time flat.

Ah, yes, paperclips.