Sometimes We Do Real Work - Other Times? Just the Lord's

They're moving me and Dana at work. We're growing bigger, and they need our offices. They're moving us in the hall by the bathroom. With no lights. And no love....

Okay well not REALLY, but they ARE moving us off the hallway I'm on into No Man's Land (the OTHER hallway that I'm NOT on). We'll be side-by-side now, so there will be no more of Dana buzzing me on my phone and saying "Look at me." and then I lean over and she's making the "look at my face" face, or doing something equally amusing.

Dana said we should have a going away party. I asked Jenny if we could, and she said yes, because it would be an excuse to have cake. I'm pretty sure we'll just have cake for someone's birthday and Jenny will just tell me and Dana it's secretly for us.

And we'll BELIEVE her.

Since Dana and I can't do anything the easy way, we are forced to make our move to the next hallway into something tragic and epic. We'll be against the wall sharing the bathroom. Dana is convinced that we will be forced to hear both farting and flushing while we're on the phone.

A conversation:

We need to check out the bathroom situation today. You go in and flush, and I'll stand in your office to tell you if I can hear it.

Yeah!

We need walkie talkies, though. *pssschhh* Dana, commence the flushing.

HAHAHAHAHA

I just don't want to hear people crapping, that's all.

Nor do I.

When they come out, I'm gonna tell them "I heard you."

HAHAHAHA

They'll all be scared. We'll have free reign over the bathroom!

Awesome! They'll all have to hold it unless we say.

We'll be like the bathroom trolls!

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