I think they are trying to tell me something, in a passive-aggressive way.Due to 'renovations' we had to play office shuffle, and though I have no memory of straws, I obviously lost.
The new office is perched on the third floor, conveniently snuggled between the men's room and the ladies, with the water bubbler attached to the outside wall next to the door. There are no windows to distract me, and it is dark and cool and cave-like.
The consistently echoing sound of synchronized flushing successfully creates the illusion that I am huddled under a waterfall....there is even an occasional whiff of 'mountain fresh' disinfectant.
How lucky am I?
How lucky am I?
