I had a surreal conversation with a colleague which concluded with us both deciding that we are post it addicts! The signs are clear for all to see – a work area festooned with little yellow patches fluttering silently. Addiction to this phenomena manifests itself in strange ways – tetchy behaviour when you’re on the phone, looking for that elusive little pad to scribble your details on, sweat breaking out when you’re desperately looking for that phone number written on a post it that you stuck on the computer monitor, along with a hundred others. The yellowness takes over your desk and soon the squares become an entire blanket – a bit like the takeover bid of swathes of Irish countryside by the rhodendrums. The symptoms of addiction worsen – soon you have the incursion of the dreaded yellow sticky bits into other parts of the home – milk cartons take on a festive appearance – cookers begin to look like Easter chicks without the fluff – fridge doors assume daffodil demeanour. There’s no end to it. You know you need to go to post its anonymous when you wake up – go to the bathroom and there it is – a post it stuck on your forehead – with a reminder to wash your teeth scrawled in mirror writing on the little yellow square! You’ve become so addicted that you now need hourly fixes of post it patches stuck to the skin!
Nothing whatsoever to do with creativity, but a mind needs heavy doses of frivolity on occasion!!
