So, last week my work laptop quit working. While I was waiting for a loaner laptop, I commandeered a hotel cubicle so I could get at least a couple things done. Boss ‘O Me, who sits across the aisle from said hotel cube, saw me and said, “I don’t mean to be particular, but do you want some Clorox wipes for the desk?” Yes. Yes, I did. It was filthy and gross, and the crud in the keyboard was likely going to develop a heartbeat any second. But there wasn’t another empty cube open, so I was sort of stuck with it.

The thing with the hotel cube, too, is that the computer was really slow. Like, not a whole lot faster than mine that died. So I was supernaturally bored, and had a lot of time to daydream. It isn’t always safe for me to daydream. Strange things happen. Like this. Continue reading “The New Person at Work” →