So yesterday I was at home, trying for a record on “Kleenex per day without exposure to sad movies”, and today I came into work and there were three Christmas presents on my desk (one wrapped in adorable disarray by an 8-year-old), and no one was to be found. I opened my presents, sat down and logged in, tsked over my missed Organizer alerts, read my e-mail, wrote a few, and still, no one. Not even a lab person, let alone a front office person like myself. For a while I thought maybe they’d moved Christmas up by a few days and no one had let me know…
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You’ve created two distinctly mysterious plot threads and have failed to resolve either of them! Who were the presents from? Where was everyone? Who do you think you are, Neal Stephenson?
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Well, as the conclusions were boring in the extreme…
A. One (1) bottle of Chilean wine, from the Division Head.
B. One (1) glittery lavendar photo frame from one of my P.I.s via her daughter.
C. One (1) box of totally delicious chocolate truffles handmade by monks in darkest Oregon, from one of my other P.I.s. And no, you can’t have any. MWA HA HA HA!
HILO
Hi Felicity. Merry blue mud pagan holiday of doom. I meant to call you today, but I found that your number had departed my storage devices. Then I tried to email you, but it kept bouncing (Case’s mail servers have been funny.) So this is my last attempt to give you a very merry Christmas. I hope all is well.
Michael