A sign of maturity

A picture of my desk at work; note the box of Kleenex.

I consider it a sign of my budding maturity that I now keep a box of Kleenex on my desk.

This may seem like a no-brainer to some of you, particularly you ladies, but as a guy, while we too have "Kleenex needs," to actually think about them, and make a point of bringing a box to the office is another matter entirely.

I've been an employee in one office or another for the better part of twenty years. For 17 of those years I would;

1. Steal Kleenex from a (likely female) co-worker
2. Use my sleeve
3. Use someone else's sleeve
4. Go to the restroom for toilet paper

I feel as though I'm growing as a person; yea me.

Update – 7-1-09

Yeah, so I wrote that post a month or two ago, well before all the shit hit the fan. The Kleenex is now gone and I have yet to replace it. My maturity level has tanked and I'm back to stealing from my neighbors, or using my sleeve. Sometimes I'll just get down on all fours and wipe my nose on the rug. I give not two-shits.