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Conversation in my office:

AD (*taking a long time to decide what to get for take out*): You don’t know what you want either.

Me: Broccoli beef

AD: Damn it, that’s what I was going to get.

Me: You can order the same thing as me.

AD: Are you being sarcastic?

Me: No, I’m saying, we aren’t on a blind date and sharing tastes from each other’s plates, so it doesn’t matter if we order the same thing.

AD: But I like to be different.

Me: Your individuality is not measured by what you order for Chinese take out.

AD: It is when there’s 32 lunch options and the two of us pick the same things. (*calls – waits*) The take out line is busy, do you want to change your choice while we’re waiting?

Me: No, I’m very confident in my choice. Have you decided what you’re getting?

AD: Yes, but I’m not telling you because you’ll steal my idea.

Seriously, if it was just me and the AD working in the office with the interns and support staff, I’d work here forever and ever. We were both super late for work, because I gave him a ride in and dragged him around on all my pre-work (but work related) errands (and also I was late picking him up because I was late period). And the way in he tried to convince me I was a closeted Republican. Then we went to Starbucks and after working for an hour, my big boss came in with his daughter the AD gave her a handful of Sharpies to color with. Now she has permanent color all over her face. Hee! Probably not as cute to her parents as it is to us. While she colored the AD tried to convince my boss to give us the old printer to take outside and SMASH,

a la Office Space

. Big Boss said, no as a conservation organization, we had to donate it somewhere or find a way to recycle it blah blah blah. AD said, no, no! There is more value in aggression release in your employees, let us smash it!

Alas no printer smashing today, but hey! Chinese food! Even if it is crappy Nashville Chinese food. (My fried rice is ORANGE, yo. And, no, Seattle folks, it isn’t like the awesome pink rice at Yak’s in Fremont).

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

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