The whole week that I was sitting at the other office location — I had to deal with my petty frustrations of someone sitting in the most perfect desk ever.
Seriously. It was perfect.
It was squirreled off in the back. There was NO excuse for anyone to go back there. It was beautiful.
(I’m getting a little choked up just thinking about it. I’M FEELING VERKLEMPT.)
So, naturally, I decided that I would partake in some light pranking.
I barely remember his name — but I felt like we were close enough that I could do this stuff and pass it off like, “C’mon! We’re buds!” and, it would also free me of all blame. Because he doesn’t know me, I don’t know him — Why would I do such a thing?
(I would. Aggravation is always the name of the game. Always.)
The last imparting thing I wanted to do was sit in his chair.
Because then something would feel different.
For one last time.
I miss you, temporary desk.