I went back to work today after a long weekend and discovered that everything was just as I left it yet completely different. The most dramatic difference is that Uzi and I have switched desks. He now sits with the other RAs while I sit by the Division kitchenette, overhearing every coffee pour that goes throughout the day. The move has also placed me farther from most doctors' offices (except Doc Query's- I can now overhear every sneeze and social calendar arrangement that goes throughout the day).
Moi: My commute to your office has doubled.
Whitecastle: That's great. More exercise.
Moi: Right, I have to eat less now anyway.
Whitecastle: See? Now you can lose all that weight you've always wanted.
And there went the ego. On the bright side, that crush meant that there was nothing left for Doc Fisher to bruise later in the day...
Doc Fisher: Are you still allowed to sit there after we gave you a cake and everything?
Moi: Well, I'm not allowed in my old seat anymore.
Doc Fisher: I guess that's OK then. I see that you've started dressing like a student.
Because I wore a gray polo today? (Young Bo': He didn't want you to be confused for a boy.) I knew I shouldn't have worn those overalls...
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