Waiting Waiting Waiting ; Tales From Up Front


Up FrontThe 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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