Kyle's been sick for two days and I'm sick of THAT. Hurry up and get better, Kyle! Dammit!
Our worktime pranks abound. On Friday, Ryan hid my computer mouse, and yesterday, I had to text him to find out where it was, since I couldn't use my computer to do any work. Didn't matter that much, because of KYLE. With him gone, I had to assume the cashier position and actually ring people up at the register. GEEZ, KYLE.
Anyway, to get back at Ryan, I found a file folder, placed a stupid picture of Dan's head inside, and put it on his desk with a sticky note from "Monica" saying "Please review this and see me ASAP". Apparently it did the job - he was pretty freaked out. It mostly made up for being alone for TWO DAMN DAYS (THANKS KYLE).
(Next song was Ballroom Blitz)
We just counted all the Dan pictures we have hiding around the Clubhouse (Monica literally called our cashier department this, not in a complimentary way) and we're up to eight. EIGHT.