OK, so I don't have a lot of mystery left in my life at this point (unless it's wondering if my child is going to poop in the middle of my aerobics class thus causing me to miss the entire abs segment or looking high and low for a treasured stuffed animal that seems to have disappered into thin air). But other than that, it's pretty much the same old stuff day in and day out.
Which is why I am so intrigued by what I discovered in my notepad this morning. I took this brand-new notepad, which is nothing special - just a 5"x8", white lined, 50-page ordinary pad - from my office's supply closet last week. Since then, I have used it to furiously take notes during several interviews, write down a few phone numbers, and jot some of my to-do lists.
But today as I recorded some notes from a phone interview, I flipped the page to find this scrawled smack in the middle of the pad:
HUNDRED YEARS' WAR
FRANCE & ENGLAND 1337-1453
CHARACTERS: JOAN OF ARC, SHAKS//HENRY V, HENRY VI
PART 1 (AGINCOURT?)
1154 TO THRONE HENRY
PLANTAGENET (COUNT OF ANJOU)
EDWARD (BLACK PRINCE) 1356 A.D.)
That's it. The rest of the book is blank. The handwriting is most definitely not that of any of my coworkers. So who is the author? Does someone at the TOPS Paper Company have a fetish for English history? Maybe he (or she) is an aspiring writer? Maybe I have in my hands the beginnings of a great novel or screenplay? Above all, why would you choose to put those notes in the middle of an otherwise unused notebook? And then send it down the assembly line?
Alas, I'll probably never know answers to these and other mysteries surrounding my notepad. But at least for 10 minutes today, I got to feel a bit like Robert Stack
. (Yes, I really, really need to get a life.)
Labels: my time, Wasting time, work