Thursday, April 26, 2012

inside the asylum walls

Yesterday's events:

My boss has decided she no longer wants to use her plush, high backed office chair.  She has instead demoted herself to a chair from our lunch table.  It has no wheels and certainly no height adjustments.  And so she currently sits at a level where her chest is level with her desk.  She now looks like a T-Rex when she types.

I head across the office for a bathroom break and from inside someones cube I see arms reach up holding a resistance band.  Up and down, up and down.  I literally turned in a circle looking for someone to share this sighting with.  I guess you get your exercise in where you can, huh?

At about 3:10 something emmited a noise that sounded like someone was killing a squirrel.

It was a weird, weird day in the asylum.

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