Ode To My Stapler (and how it teaches me to live in the everyday)

The blog muse hasn't struck me for quite some time now, but when it does, I just never know what the inspiration will be.  
So, the other day my co-worker commented to me that her trusty old Swingline stapler died, and we reminisced how they just don't make staplers the same anymore.  

That got me to thinking.  I too have an old-school Swingline at work, and I just love it.  I mean really love it. We've been together for 17 years come this September.  Swingy knew me when I was just a college sophomore wide-eyed and starting a big girl job in an office (well filing paperwork, answering phones and running errands, but hey I didn't have to wear a uniform!). 

Swingy

At one point Swingy grew legs and would often wander away from my desk (hence the name label -->).  We've been together so long that I don't even write that neat anymore. 

Never underestimate the power of a properly working stapler.  It'll carry you through those stressful moments of making the impossible happen, and the trusty one-hand-slam staple action is priceless (not to mention efficient).  

"Excuse me, I believe you have my Stapler."

Clearly I am not alone in my love of my just-over-one-pound-metal-it-could-be-a-weight-or-weapon Swigline Stapler.  The cult classic film Office Space clearly understood an employee's bond with a stapler, and the romantic comedy staring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock has a hilarious stapler fight scene. 

All I'm saying is that at this point I consider Swingy and I in a common-law-office-relationship and we shall never part...never ever.  

In all seriousness (because it's through the silly the serious is revealed), my appreciation for my reliable Swingy correlates to my personal life philosophy that it's the little things which make up most magical moments in life.  Sure,it's fun to focus on the bigger more epic aspects of our lives, but we spend a majority of our lives in the everyday. It is within this space that we must strive to be our happiest.  The everyday isn't always a cake-walk, but let me tell you a frazzled day at work is truly better when I don't have to fight with my office supplies, because on some days a jammed stapler would just set me over the work-stressed-edge.  

And, so I take Swingy in my hand and air staple in appreciation for a wonderful 17 years of staple bliss!

I mean who doesn't love Milton?