Thursday, March 31, 2005
MG, can I borrow your black sharpie?
Mine's all dried up, Roger. It barely works.
Oh.
Roger, I'm sure you can get one from Alana. You don't need to look so heartbroken!
Oh, it's not the sharpie.
What's your trouble? I've never seen you so... un-hyper.
It's Wings.
Who? You mean Jay?
No! Jay isn't Wings anymore. He lost the title back to the original Wings. Wings, with the little office right next to mine? He's totally my best friend here, and I just found out he's leaving.
Ah.
He had a lunch meeting this afternoon with another company, and he came back and told my uncle that they gave him such a better offer that he's leaving. He told me he was going to leave in two weeks, so I thought we'd still have two weeks to hang out and stuff. And it would be extra sweet, because he'd hardly have to do any work, you know?
Yeah, sure.
But then, when he told them, they were like, okay dude, if you're out, you're out! And they made him take his stuff, whatever he could fit in his messenger bag, and leave!
Harsh.
Yeah! So, he's allowed to come back after six today, and that's why I need a sharpie.
Oh, you're going to make him a card?
Cards are lame! I want to stick together a stack of post-it notes, and make the fattest flip-book ever!
Oh.
The worst part is, we'll never get to have another wing-eating contest here. I can't even think about it. I just keep getting sad all over again.
Aw, Roger. It's okay. I'm sure Jay will still have wing contests with you.
Yeah, but me and Wings even had a secret tapping code on the wall between our offices. And we could talk on speaker phone to each other, and it was extra-awesome because we could, like, hear each other's voices on the phone, and we could also hear our own voices coming out of each other's speaker phones if we turned them up loud enough.
Hm. Yeah, I think we'll all miss that game.
Mine's all dried up, Roger. It barely works.
Oh.
Roger, I'm sure you can get one from Alana. You don't need to look so heartbroken!
Oh, it's not the sharpie.
What's your trouble? I've never seen you so... un-hyper.
It's Wings.
Who? You mean Jay?
No! Jay isn't Wings anymore. He lost the title back to the original Wings. Wings, with the little office right next to mine? He's totally my best friend here, and I just found out he's leaving.
Ah.
He had a lunch meeting this afternoon with another company, and he came back and told my uncle that they gave him such a better offer that he's leaving. He told me he was going to leave in two weeks, so I thought we'd still have two weeks to hang out and stuff. And it would be extra sweet, because he'd hardly have to do any work, you know?
Yeah, sure.
But then, when he told them, they were like, okay dude, if you're out, you're out! And they made him take his stuff, whatever he could fit in his messenger bag, and leave!
Harsh.
Yeah! So, he's allowed to come back after six today, and that's why I need a sharpie.
Oh, you're going to make him a card?
Cards are lame! I want to stick together a stack of post-it notes, and make the fattest flip-book ever!
Oh.
The worst part is, we'll never get to have another wing-eating contest here. I can't even think about it. I just keep getting sad all over again.
Aw, Roger. It's okay. I'm sure Jay will still have wing contests with you.
Yeah, but me and Wings even had a secret tapping code on the wall between our offices. And we could talk on speaker phone to each other, and it was extra-awesome because we could, like, hear each other's voices on the phone, and we could also hear our own voices coming out of each other's speaker phones if we turned them up loud enough.
Hm. Yeah, I think we'll all miss that game.
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