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Friday – Office Haunt
Apr. 2nd, 2010 12:37 pm.
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We all heard the crashing, breaking glass sound from the direction of Joe’s office this morning, at least those of us who are here on Good Friday did. The sound wasn't so alarming that we came running toward it, but a few of us got up to see what it might have been. Joe is the property manager and the son-in-law of the entrepreneur who owns both the office condo and all the companies we all work for. His office has a door that leads to the parking lot, and he was outside smoking. Donald, Cheri, and I poked our heads into his office, but could see nothing amiss.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheri said, looking into the kitchen to see if it might have come from there.
( I left the funeral industry, only to wind up working with the dead. )
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We all heard the crashing, breaking glass sound from the direction of Joe’s office this morning, at least those of us who are here on Good Friday did. The sound wasn't so alarming that we came running toward it, but a few of us got up to see what it might have been. Joe is the property manager and the son-in-law of the entrepreneur who owns both the office condo and all the companies we all work for. His office has a door that leads to the parking lot, and he was outside smoking. Donald, Cheri, and I poked our heads into his office, but could see nothing amiss.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheri said, looking into the kitchen to see if it might have come from there.
( I left the funeral industry, only to wind up working with the dead. )
