Suspicion and the Temporary Office

[11:08 AM] Bob : Subject: …I got a door…

[11:22 AM] Me: Hospital room?

[12:15 PM] Bob : …transitional office…’till my new cube is ready….imagine coming to work after a week of blowing off phone calls and emails …and you go to your desk to find…nothing…not even a note telling where you are supposed to go….

[12:16 PM] Me: Sound like you have some jokers in your office

[12:20 PM] Bob : …just shut and locked my door….

[12:22 PM] Me: Do you smell almonds, kinda bitter smell?

[12:22 PM] Me: See smoke? Hear a hissing sound?

[12:23 PM] Me: Did anyone offer to buy you anything you want for lunch?

[12:23 PM] Bob : …just opened it… freedom.

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