[ ED. NOTE: I asked Wernher to come in and remove the swing in the breakroom, because I keep running into the damned thing every morning on my way to get coffee.
But it turns out that it’s, um, sorta fun…
And no, Angela, it’s not your turn yet. ]
[ ED. NOTE: Poor Angela thought she was being punished for her policy violation. But in reality, Wernher has been secretly building a pen in the LRT office courtyard to house her mythical beasts. I never said she couldn’t have them; I only said they couldn’t be in the office.
I just love happy endings, don’t you? ]
[ ED. NOTE: I don’t know why everyone is going to such extreme lengths to keep me out of the supply room. Then again, I probably don’t want to know. I just need some fucking Post-Its and a Sharpie. Jeez. ]
[ ED. NOTE: I only asked him for a little oil on the wheels, but Wernher souped up my slow, squeaky office chair with some serious German engineering. I just hope Angela stops daydreaming about cupcakes in time to get out of my way! ]
[ ED. NOTE: After her blatant violation of the “No Mythical Beasts in the Office” policy, it’s time for Angela to get her just deserts. Wernher and I are taking her outside, because this could get a bit messy… ]
[ ED. NOTE: Angela’s feeling glum lately, so Wernher the Custodian asked me if he could work on a “special project” for her. I approved, and told him to get started.
“JAWOHL!” he shouted. I wish he wouldn’t do that. It creeps me out. ]