Is it someone’s birthday? Was this left over from a baby shower or a potluck? Did someone just find an interesting recipe and want to share it with the office?
She shrunk me, but how did she shrink me? And what happened to my clothes? “There, there, my little pet,” she said softly. I could tell she was trying hard to keep her voice down.
Maybe she enjoys ignoring frantic pleas of “Help!”, “What the hell’s going on?!”, and “Oh God, not there! Not again!” That would be in keeping with her persona, but I really think she can’t hear me at all.
“Folger, I need to speak with you.” It’s my semi-annual job review. I don’t think I’m alone in my panic, but certainly no one else shares my reasons for this panic—that is, not unless they work here.