But what will I do without my blankie?

OK so I've outgrown my blankie, but I seem to have acquired a new crutch in it's stead. Wherever I go at work I take a pen and a pad of paper with me, well mostly just a pen, unless I know notes of some kind will actually be required. You may think that's a professional thing to do. Most of the time it is a help. You never know if you're going to need a pen. Say the boss calls you into her office and asks you to take care of a few things, you want to jot those down so you'll remember them all, right? Or if you go to send a fax and find, not surprisingly, the pen that's ALWAYS by the fax has been borrowed and you have to go back to your desk to write the cover sheet.

The problem is I've never noticed before how addicted I am to carrying my pen around. Until today when I walked down the hall to chat with a friend. And took my pen. I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of tea. And took my pen. The very worst though was about 10 minutes ago when I went to the bathroom. And, you got it, took my pen.

Sounds like a new habit to break.