This morning as I was walking in to work, I thought about a guy I used to work with who took another job in the company and moved to a different floor several months--maybe close to a year?--ago. Even though we only have 3 floors and 350 or so people in the building, I haven't run into him in months. Literally. Anyway, not thinking much else about it, I got to my office and chucked my purse down. I picked up my water bottle, bowl, and a packet of oatmeal, and headed downstairs to the big kitchen for ice and hot water. And who do I run into? That guy I was just thinking about. Bizarro. Now if only Miss Cleo would call me, I could see if she has any advice for honing my psychic skills...
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