Evidence that everyone at this office has become un-supervisable:
1. The hallway from the lobby to the offices contains many interesting things. It is a long, dark, depressing hallway that has been christened "The Solarium". Of the Solarium's many wonderful items, my personal favorite rests on the top of a low bookcase. It is a plastic skull, wearing a red clown nose, sitting atop the 1922 hardcover edition of "Etiquette" by Emily Post.
2. On days when everyone else in their right mind has taken the day off - like today - Marty and I have eyeball races. You remember those balls with the eyeballs floating in them? You roll them, but the eye continues to stare straight up. We have a secret collection of them that we race in various venues around the building. The reason we only do it on days when almost no one else is here? We don't wanna share the eye-balls with everyone else and when the boss wants to play, you pretty much have to let him win.
3. The big chart with a thermometer-style, color-in, progress graph that was supplied by the American Cancer Society to show the progress of our collections for our Relay for Life Team hangs in a small foyer outside the employees restrooms. It says:
OUR GOAL IS: Ambiguous
People have started measuring themselves and writing "Ester is this tall" or "Mindy is this tall!" on it.
4. There is a sign directly across from my office door which says: "In case of terrorist attack, WALK, do not run, to the nearest exit."
I am ready to WALK, do not run, home.