Just a few minutes ago, I walked away from my desk to drop a FedEx package at the front reception area for pickup. I left my desk in its usual state of disarray: personnel files, emails, payroll notices lying all over. I wasn’t gone for more than a minute. When I came back, a new piece of paper was lying on top of the old ones. It looks like a photocopy of a personals entry from a newspaper:

I have no idea what to make of this. I googled the name, the first sentence and the last sentence of the clipping – no dice. No one in the immediate vicinity of my office will own up to putting it on my desk – they’re all either really good liars, or there’s some really freaky shit taking place.

That’s the last time I talk about the residual negative energy of former bosses out loud…

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