Halfway Out the Office Door
Today I took home my slinky from work.
I am cleaning off my desk one personal item at a time.
Yesterday it was my boys are stupid coffee coaster. The day before that it was my You Say I’m a Bitch Like it’s a BAD Thing desk calendar.
I’m wondering how long it will take the people in my office to notice something is going on. Some of them are kind of dense, so I’m guessing that even if I “go to a doctor’s appointment” on a day that I’m wearing a very polished and sophisticated (ie, ironed) outfit, they will still be surprised when I throw my balled-up resignation letter at the boss’s head.
