Jan 28, 2005 16:23
Today at work we were discussing the upcoming move. There's some reshuffling, so we've got people changing deks and such, nothing very exciting. As we're figuring out where we'll put all the binders and books stacked on the currently vacant desk I speak up.
"I've got space," I say and open a large bottom drawer designed to hold hanging files to illustrate my point. After a pause I add, "I could keep a small child in here." To myself I add, "Or a body".
I'm disturbed.
work,
fluff