The Receptionist TBA has been selected, investigated and prodded for deficiencies (of which, we hope and expect, she has none). There is nothing left but the waiting waiting waiting game. I try to stay cheery, but oh how I miss my standing desk and soothing blue tapestries, my tucked-away cubicle in the bowels of the department. I think perhaps I'll crawl beneath the big desk here and nap for a while. You'll wake me when it's time to go home, right?
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