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brain? empty.
only NSFW by bbno$ blasting on repeat at work for the foreseeable future. thank you
This morning, a colleague from another department came into the kitchen while I was making tea and said "I heard your beautiful voice, so I came to say hi."
Last week, a colleague from my own team heard me laughing from around a corner and said "Flam, I know that's you. I'd recognize your Demon Laugh anywhere."
We all contain multitudes. Sometimes you're just destined to be the office cryptid. Glad my teammates keep me humble.
The regional manager is here, they say.
The regional manager is here all day, they say.
The regional manager would like to talk to people, they say.
The regional manager is touring the facility, they say.
The regional manager has gone to lunch, they say.
The regional manager is in a meeting, they say.
The regional manager would still like to talk to people, they say.
The regional manager has left, they say.
Your shift ends. You never do see the regional manager, but they say he exists.
Office Update:
There are still people who say they dont know my 'real' gender which like.
1. You really dont have to go all Nancy Drew to find out the Mystery of My Genitalia
2. I'm loving this concept of being the office cryptid. Always late, approached randomly about paranormal shit ("You know about ghosts right? Ok so my grandma has this thing-"), questionable appearance that changes frequently ("you dyed your hair again? Wasnt it orange?" "Wait when was it orange, wasnt it black last?") Gender = ???