not so fast
just as my mourning has subsided
il rentre ma vie
but it didn't last, and closure was reached.
I am quietly working when I hear someone pass by. then again. then back again. I just figure it's Damion doing his daily scavanging in the abandoned cubicles. so I keep my head down. Then I hear rummaging and ripping of paper and various other noises from the cube behind me. Again, assumed to be damion - because he has been in that cube the past two weeks.
Then a familiar voice "Did you have Easter while I was gone?"
Bob! he's back!
I'm confused, not by his appropriately odd return, but what the heck did he just say?
He comes around the corner holding out a broken egg sell filled with confetti.
*pause*
To give you a little insight, Damion has been seriously scavanging in the empty spaces and finding things like eggshells of confetti. he then will retreat back to his new cube (Bob's old cube) with his armloads of "goodies". cofetti eggs, pencils, stuffed animals, stress balls, posters... you know, "one man's trash..."
I guess this angered the Bob to see that someone didn't realize his abscence was not yet final.
anyways.
I just looked at him, then the egg, then him again.. he just stood there.
did he really want to know if we "had easter"?
him, the egg, him, the egg...
"no, no we didn't have easter."
then he laughs and walks off.
well he continues banging around over there for about five more minutes. Then he re-emerges with a box in his arms, presumably full of baby tabasco bottles, stuffed bears, railroad tycoon software and dumbells. (of coarse, what else would someone come back to the office to pick up?)
"Well, Emily, what we had was nice. When we had it"
"Are you going for good?"
"Yep, this is it"
"Bye"
then I go back to typing
he continues to stand there 'what we had?' i think to myself. does he know about this blog? does he know my family is well aquainted with his influence on my work week? surely not. surely he's just being his wierd, awkward, say inappropriate things - self
"well goodbye sweetie"
yep. he was just being Bob.
"bye"
then as he walks off he starts stammering over saying something about how sweetie wasn't a good thing to say er, uh, er, uh...
"BYE BOB" I say over his mutterings.
Then he's gone.
gone
gone.
consider this moment the last you will hear of Bob.
Bob is no more.
il rentre ma vie
but it didn't last, and closure was reached.
I am quietly working when I hear someone pass by. then again. then back again. I just figure it's Damion doing his daily scavanging in the abandoned cubicles. so I keep my head down. Then I hear rummaging and ripping of paper and various other noises from the cube behind me. Again, assumed to be damion - because he has been in that cube the past two weeks.
Then a familiar voice "Did you have Easter while I was gone?"
Bob! he's back!
I'm confused, not by his appropriately odd return, but what the heck did he just say?
He comes around the corner holding out a broken egg sell filled with confetti.
*pause*
To give you a little insight, Damion has been seriously scavanging in the empty spaces and finding things like eggshells of confetti. he then will retreat back to his new cube (Bob's old cube) with his armloads of "goodies". cofetti eggs, pencils, stuffed animals, stress balls, posters... you know, "one man's trash..."
I guess this angered the Bob to see that someone didn't realize his abscence was not yet final.
anyways.
I just looked at him, then the egg, then him again.. he just stood there.
did he really want to know if we "had easter"?
him, the egg, him, the egg...
"no, no we didn't have easter."
then he laughs and walks off.
well he continues banging around over there for about five more minutes. Then he re-emerges with a box in his arms, presumably full of baby tabasco bottles, stuffed bears, railroad tycoon software and dumbells. (of coarse, what else would someone come back to the office to pick up?)
"Well, Emily, what we had was nice. When we had it"
"Are you going for good?"
"Yep, this is it"
"Bye"
then I go back to typing
he continues to stand there 'what we had?' i think to myself. does he know about this blog? does he know my family is well aquainted with his influence on my work week? surely not. surely he's just being his wierd, awkward, say inappropriate things - self
"well goodbye sweetie"
yep. he was just being Bob.
"bye"
then as he walks off he starts stammering over saying something about how sweetie wasn't a good thing to say er, uh, er, uh...
"BYE BOB" I say over his mutterings.
Then he's gone.
gone
gone.
consider this moment the last you will hear of Bob.
Bob is no more.
posted by emily harrison at 10:03 AM
5 Comments:
awwww.
closure at last...i can't quite decide of a :( is needed or a :) haha.
i am glad he returned to say goodbye.
and i'm looking forward to your next picture post! muahaha.
me
Ok, Does anyone else think that this would have been the prime oppertunity to snag that much desire pic of the bob???
Come ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You could have been like, "hey, let me get a picture to remember you by, sweetie" and then you could have been in the pic too- making a gross out face or something.
Em, seriously, where the heuvos?
corrections:
oppOrtunity
desireED
I am a hick.
I like hicks.
And confetti. Sayanara bob.
Good for people to know.
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