Because I kind of live in an episode of The Office.

[I wrote this yesterday afternoon]: A bunch of my co-workers are standing outside another co-worker's office door in a line, pretending they need to talk to him. Like, just to mess with him. Office humour.

I had a surprisingly busy day yesterday, doing all the tasks I realized over the course of the long weekend I had neglected. I hate how work manages to creep into the rest of life.

Today is chaos. Things are happening. I am helping out, in my usual helpful way. And trying to convince people to call me "the photocopier whisperer." So far, limited success in this venture.