I, of course, didn't emerge from my cublet until most of the hoopla had died. Then I walked to Omar's office (yes, yes he has an office) and peered out his window(and yes, he has a window). I saw what looked like a brown leather belt slide into a bush. My response was to ask Omar if I could have a can of coke. He said no.
After the rejection, Matt and I went for a walk. We looked for the now famous amphibian, but all we saw were some rogue beetles and a few cigarette butts (probably mine from 9 days ago).
When I returned, two unread emails flashed in my inbox. Someone had taken photos of the thing and sent them company wide. here:
and guess what the email said? Disclaimer: I PROMISE I am not lying (Matt back me up).
It said:
RED ALERT WE HAVE SNAKES!and who is this K###, might you ask? He's the creepy sales guy who walks by my desk and leers at me.
HAPPY HUNTING, YUMMY!
K#####
it's a small office after all.
3 comments:
ohhh Snakes!!! This is the most common object of my dreams... or rather say nightmares!
Yuck! I hate snakes.
My husband has taught me to rather appreciate the garter snakes in our yard. I can't believe how I've evolved in nine summers. Now, when I see a cat toying with one I march over, pick up the snake, and deposit it in a cool grassy area near a rock to hide under.
Your office is truly ripe with snakes of the human variety.
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