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So, my handy dandy work id necklace, made of various sizes of pink plastic beads, broke this afternoon in the hallway outside my section, and the beads made a sound like rain when as they escaped.
Even more handy was that the floor is a sort of indoor cement, studded with small pebbles and sanded flat, to give the appearance of some kind of stone. The pebbles are shades, of, yes, pink.
I noticed that people stopped to assist me in retrieving the nearly camouflaged bits, and that different people had different levels of helpfulness and ability to pick out the translucent beads on the pattern of the floor. The worst seeker was a text editor, the best was a man who used a paper he was holding to corral them. I asked him why he was so good at picking them out, and he laughed. He was in charge of the flooring cleaning crew, it turned out, so he was the expert at getting things off the floor. He even offered to get his crew out with a big broom, but I told him, thanks, the necklace wasn't that expensive. I liked the coincidence, though.
I also noticed that the beads were all but invisible until I found one, then they became easier to spot, as if my brain had to rejigger how it was filtering for me, and what it was keying on. It reminded me of a time at an archaeological dig, where we had to find bits of pottery. After I got down the features to attend to, I found more per hour.
My id holder chain is now much shorter.
Even more handy was that the floor is a sort of indoor cement, studded with small pebbles and sanded flat, to give the appearance of some kind of stone. The pebbles are shades, of, yes, pink.
I noticed that people stopped to assist me in retrieving the nearly camouflaged bits, and that different people had different levels of helpfulness and ability to pick out the translucent beads on the pattern of the floor. The worst seeker was a text editor, the best was a man who used a paper he was holding to corral them. I asked him why he was so good at picking them out, and he laughed. He was in charge of the flooring cleaning crew, it turned out, so he was the expert at getting things off the floor. He even offered to get his crew out with a big broom, but I told him, thanks, the necklace wasn't that expensive. I liked the coincidence, though.
I also noticed that the beads were all but invisible until I found one, then they became easier to spot, as if my brain had to rejigger how it was filtering for me, and what it was keying on. It reminded me of a time at an archaeological dig, where we had to find bits of pottery. After I got down the features to attend to, I found more per hour.
My id holder chain is now much shorter.