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I knew it was going to be ‘one of those days’ as soon as I turned into the parking lot. First, a rhinoceros sized pothole tried to swallow my SUV. After barely escaping its horn, I clumsily swerved into a spot – missing someone’s pretty new Chrysler by thismuch.

Did the slip-n-slide-please-don’t-let-me-drop-my-coffee ballet and finally made it into the building. Get into the elevator and immediately am an unwilling hostage.

“Hey, we might need your expertise on…”

“Did you review my proposal yet?”

“Carve out some time for me today. I need to brainstorm about…”

Yadda, yadda, yadda. They may be audible but are still faceless until my cup of hot brew with french vanilla creamer says so. Whatever happened to good morning and letting folks sip their java in peace on the way up to the office?

So, I ran away. As soon as I could, me and my coffee escaped to my hiding place. It’s always amusing too, ’cause they can’t see me – but I can. Hear’em too as they look around my “empty” office.

“Did she leave? I know she has an off site meeting at the XYZ building today.”

“No, she just came in! Where’d she go?”

Shhh, chair. Don’t give me up. I forgot about that damn meeting.