Tuesday 3/23: PN stuggles to breathe as she walks to my desk with a 3 lb. box, wearing a turquise scarf tied too tightly around her bulging neck.
PN: "would you like a RW lanyard, L?"
L: (FUDGE NO!) "of course, thank you!"
PN: "it's for your nametag........where is your nametag?"
L: "oh, i, uh...it's at home. i already have a name plate here at my desk."
PN: "but you're not always at your desk, are you?" *
L: "yeah, actually i mostly am."
PN: "well no you're not. you need to wear your nametag."
PN: "STOP BLUSHING AND JUST WEAR YOUR NAMETAG."
*can we all recall the story of how PN got her name? i went to the bathroom and SHE YELLED AT ME FOR LEAVING MY DESK. now she is telling me that i am not always at my desk. &*#%@##$@%^
exactly one month from today i shall be free. ONE MONTH. hopefully i can last that long without crawling under PN's desk and tying her shoelaces together.