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In a flurry of unusual activity today (that is to say that the natures of the
activities were unusual, not that activity is unusual) I found myself in need of
the services of people from all over work - most of whom I rarely find myself
accessing. The blizzard of email went out and... triggered a nearly
instantaneous snowdrift of responses: Out of Office Autoresponses.
Shrugging my shoulders as I put the tasks at hand on the back burner 'till next
week, I went looking for another unusual target in my hit list for the day.
She was gone, as well.
Ambling back to my desk, I ruminated on the fact that my very need of a person
today triggers their absence. This Heisenburgism was entertaining enough to
share with a coworker, whose cubicle I was just passing. Making a left into the
tornado shelter (we shelter ourselves from the tornadoes of hardware and
paperwork by stashing them in his office) I declared:
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"Now where've you gone off to?"
Heading back to my office, noticing that I had vaporized Drew, I shrugged again
and decided that he didn't really need to be bothered with something so
frivolous. I closed the book on the whole affair and gave it up as a typical
Friday afternoon at the office.
And that very instant, Drew walked in.
-rbary
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