A fog in the workplace

Lately, our office smells a lot like pot smoke. 3 days in a row, and then after a meeting today it was particularly strong, and my coworker Jill and I tried to sniff our way through the cubicles, like drug hounds, to track down the source.

We got dizzy the closer we got to the stairwell. Looks like somebody thought the office was empty (or empty enough to get high in) and smoked it up on the stairs. Every day this week.

There’s an alternate theory, though. With the reorganizations going on in my company, the four of us left in the Minneapolis office thought corporate might be trying to get rid of us. Earlier this winter, the office heating mysteriously seemed to die. Could they now be trying to smoke us out?

Man, have they ever got the wrong idea!

I find myself working longer and longer hours — and loving it. I now spend whole afternoons standing in front of the vending machines, savoring all my delicious choices. My productivity is about the same as before. What was I writing about again?

Whatever, I’m going to go grab a snack. Peace out!

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