Yet another Post-It graced my desk this morning. I'm a little concerned that this person may be a fecalpheliac. There are stranger things out there. This one doesn't contain a thinly veiled death threat like the last, nor is it a particular artistic achievement either. Frankly, I expected more. I'm not sure I even work with them because everyone in my office clearly knows that I operate outside the confines of the historical business hierarchy: I answer only to myself, come and go at my leisure, and dress in a perpetual state of Casual Friday. Want coffee? Make it your damned self!
At least my cat won't crap on the floor now that it lives in this shiny new office.
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