I just got out of meeting where a few of my Chicago coworkers mentioned they were transitioning off my current project. At the end of that meeting, one of them handed my an envelope and mentioned that she got me something, I thanked her thinking it was something BabyGeeding related.
It was another clue.
I’m trying not to look “too concerned” but a quick inspection of the premises didn’t turn up anything, and I’m not hearing any chirping, growling, or any other animal noises coming from my drawers, so that’s a good thing.
I also haven’t identified any noticeable odors, so for now, I’m putting off calling the haz-mat team.
My guess so far is that I’m getting a pony.
I fear the Dark Side.
Developing . . .