The receptionist sat at her desk ordering the Sparkletts guy to move the bottles from one end of the office to the other, in what I hoped was an attempt to tire him out so that he wouldn't have much energy to attack. Turns out she couldn't remember where the water cooler was. Which is always fun. You know, when the woman who is supposed to be running the office can't remember where we put water.
Miss Havisham distracted me with tax talk for a while, until I got tapped on the shoulder and screamed "DON'T CUT ME!", probably a little too loud for office talk. "Oh sorry, hahaha, didn't mean to scare you there," he said, "I just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving." "Oh. Of course you did." He proceeded to talk my ear off about football on Thanksgiving and did I watch football, and when I said yes as a matter of fact I watched Ohio beat Michigan this weekend, he went off about how glad he was Ohio won. We bonded a little bit then because I love Ohio, and here's why:
![AandKandG](http://static.flickr.com/108/302165036_616feae2c0.jpg)
Those two on the left . . . Ohio, everybody!
I still wanted him out of my personal space and not sitting on my desk anymore, shifting papers like he was Julia Roberts saying he's never been on a fax before.
Not cool Mr. Water Guy. Not cool at all.
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I would just like to clarify, again, that I am in fact a receptionist. Just not THAT one.
I know where the water goes. I think.
I do in fact believe that it may have been Carrie that was unaware where the water went.
Sparkletts hires rapists? Seems like I better switch from Arrowhead then because I could use some action.
You rock my tiny world, tall friend of mine!
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