Maybe it's the unseasonably cold weather, the gray foreboding sky, or the extra long fire alarm this morning, but everything seems slightly off today.
The day started auspicious enough, with Herr Doctor Vice Chief (Doc Vice's full title) taking sudden interest in my academic career, calling me into his office to talk about my year. It was a very kind gesture. Unfortunately, I have not thought of my academic career for a few weeks and could only speak in very general terms, describing every class as "interesting and helpful" when he wanted to talk about all the epi classes I have avoided thus far. Which led him to give the same unimpressed look I was accustomed to seeing on Whitecastle. Luckily, Doc Firewall came in with a question and I was quickly relieved.
Then the fire alarm broke the morning lull and everything came to pieces. Mary was near hypothermic. Decision Scientist was starving. Josh and I (or is it Doc Winner now?) became competitive over who received more greetings from people that passed our desks, and by the time our conference call rolled around, I was the only person dialed in at 3:30PM sharp. (Whitecastle: I've trained her well, instilled fear in her so she calls in before me.)
When it was all over and I was ready to go home, Whitecastle was manically exclaiming, "Show me the P-value" a la Jerry Maguire and across town, Landlady Chang's neck was incapacitated and her phone missing. Lord. have mercy.
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