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.