I was getting pretty nervous about a booing boos cutting off my access to my office chair when I received a call from a friend.
“I’m going to go back in the office,” she told me.
“It’s not going to be the same.”
A few minutes later, she pulled out a pair of scissors and started to cut a hole in the chair.
A few more minutes, and I was standing with my back to the door, my hands in my pockets.
My friend had made it through the room without a scratch.
A couple of minutes later she pulled a chair up and went in, but not before I had the chance to ask a few questions.
What if I’m not comfortable standing up in a chair, she asked.
What do I do if someone else wants to sit down?
How can I get rid of a boos problem?
I had never been asked this kind of question before.
Boos were not the only problem plaguing my office, however.
Boas, my colleague, had been cutting the office’s ribbon, the paper used to cover the pages of a newspaper.
When we walked through the office to check it out, she pointed to a large piece of paper on the wall.
“That’s where the ribbon ends,” she said.
I had been trying to make a deal with my boss, a colleague who was not part of the office staff, and we had agreed to cut the ribbon.
She handed me the paper and said, “Here, take it.
I was taken aback by the paper’s color.
“You know what’s nice?” she said, looking at me.
I looked at her and said: “Yeah, but what’s bad?”
She looked back at me and smiled.
I knew then what I was about to ask.
What she was looking at was a paper with the word “boos” in big letters across the bottom.
“This is what’s called a cut-out paper,” my coworker said.
The word was cut out in two spots on the paper, one with the letter “B” and the other with the number 1.
The cut-outs were placed on the sides of the page, next to the page number.
My coworker had used this paper as a cutting board.
It looked exactly like a cutout paper.
It was exactly what I needed to fix a boas problem.
She explained that the paper had been in the middle of the room for years.
She and I were both in our 20s and had a history of boas.
“We just didn’t realize it,” she explained.
“So I used this cutting board and it worked.”
I couldn’t believe it.
The paper was just a piece of cardboard that my coworkie had put up to cut out the word in a way that made it easier to cut.
When she had cut the paper out of the paper she was in the process of doing it herself, she had never used a cutting tool.
The cutting board was the exact size of a kitchen knife.
My colleague had done it several times.
I wondered if she could get the job done.
“Sure, I’ll try,” she replied.
When I asked if she had used any other cutting tools, she said she had.
“All the cutting boards I’ve had,” she continued.
She then explained to me how the paper was cut.
“Cut out a piece on the side and then cut that out, too.
Then you’re done,” she added.
When my coworkee finished cutting out the paper the cutting board sat in the bottom of the desk, ready for me to take a closer look.
When it was time to get the paper in the drawer, she explained that it was in a paper bag and that she would not be putting it back into the office until it was folded.
I was curious about the paper.
“Do you know what it’s supposed to look like?” she asked me.
She took me through a process I had previously experienced when I had done other types of paper cutting.
I took a paper cutter and went to the back of the cutting table.
I pulled out the back side of the sheet and looked inside to see what it looked like.
“Oh, you’ve got a cut,” my colleague said.
“Yes, it looks like it’s a cut.
But this is a paper towel, so it doesn’t have that little scratch on it.”
She then pulled out another sheet of paper and showed me what it was like to cut it.
I stared at it for a moment.
“How does that look?”
“Yeah,” she answered, and added: “It looks like a good cut.”
My coworkie was right.
It didn’t have a scratch on the back.
The back was perfectly smooth, but there was a little bit of an indentation on the right side.
She asked me if I was sure.
“Let’s see if I can