The final countdown

The sales people were on deadline, putting together a booklet of stats and sales figures for the year. Dwight was heading up the project and had decided he needed to have the final OK on all information submitted to the report.

“Do we have something we can replace these charts with?” Dwight demanded in the final hour before the deadline.

“No,” Michael said, annoyed.

“Well then we have a problem because I refuse to run these charts without a source for the numbers.”

“Well who put together the charts?” Michael asked.

“The intern did before he left,” Dwight said, butchering the intern’s name when he tried to pronounce it.

“Well he didn’t make the numbers up. It’s fine. He had documentation.”

“Well Oscar misplaced the original numbers, and we really need to find something to replace the information with.”

Dwight began his quest turning over every rock searching for either the original documents or new statistics he could add to the report. These charts had been part of the report for two weeks and Dwight decides that now, as we’re gearing up to go home, is the appropriate time to bring up his concerns.

And things were looking so good. Looks like another late night at Dunder Mifflin.

No excuse

*ahem* oh EXcuse ME!

*ahem*  “Oh excuse me.”
*yawn* “ExCUSE me.”
*cough cough* “Excuse ME!”

All day these utterances can be heard from the intern’s desk, which is right next to mine. He says “excuse me” every time he clears his throat or coughs so quietly I barely hear it or the lets out the tiniest yawns. Which is all day long.

I only say “excuse me” if I accidentally burp or have a really obnoxious coughing fit.

Also, his tic of pounding his hand while on the phone has turned into an all out percussion section.

Throwing his drawers closed, dropping his pens so they make clattering noises, slamming his pop can to the desk, pounding his mouse everytime he repositions it.

Never says “excuse me” for any of that, though.

Is it time for school to start up yet?