So, for the second Monday in a row I have gone into work to discover that my cubicle neighbor was MIA. Perfection. I actually considered calling in today. I just didn’t want to go. I know. Shocker. But I went, because I had a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn’t be there. Hooray for me and my smooth psychic abilities.

Damn is it nice to get paid for minimal work though, even if only occasionally.