My eyes narrow and I look at Jacob’s feet sharply, “Are you wearing two different socks?”
“No…” he replies sheepishly.
“And to make matters worse,” Darya chimes in, “he did the smell test on them!”
I shake my head and mutter, “Boys.”
Beat, and then I add: “Hear that tone? That’s disgust!”
Seriously.
I’ve more or less been officially moved to the 16th Floor. I know this means very little to those of you who don’t speak Nova, but I’m not overly happy about it. When I first arrived, it’s what I wanted, but I’ve gotten used to the 14th Floor; I have friends on the 14th and I’m comfortable working there.
The 16th Floor is quiet, and a smoking floor. Everyone tells me that I could just put in a request and say that I can’t work there for health reasons, but being me, I find that very difficult as I’m not one to lie in such capacities, as such. I mean, I can’t even call in, so yeah…
Anyway, that’s how things are at work now. I’m giving it a chance, ‘cuz who knows, maybe I’ll find that I like the 16th, but at this juncture in time, that would be a big fat not so much.
On the bright side, when I told my friends of this occurrence, they all protested and demanded that I put in a General Request to have it changed. That coaxed a smile out of this one, that’s for sure. It’s kinda a neat feeling when people like ya.