Imaginary Co-Worker: Shannon are you here at all?
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: Yeah. What can I help you with?
Imaginary Co-Worker: Wow that’s a lot of paper you have there on your desk.
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: Yup it is. What do you want?
Imaginary Co-Worker: And look at all those boxes surrounding your desk – you know I had some difficulty getting in here past the ones that are blocking the door?
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: Yeah I know, I do too.
Imaginary Co-Worker: So where are you hiding in here anyway?
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: Just tell me what you want me to do for you and go away.
Imaginary Co-Worker: No. Where are you? And why is your office so messy?
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: I was hiding under my desk because people keep putting piles of papers all over it. While under there I was sucked into some sort of an alternative universe. Currently I’m relaxing on a hammock and drinking a jumbo sized Mai Tai. I may go swimming in the lagoon later.
Imaginary Co-Worker: Really? There’s a lagoon? Can I come see?
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: No.
Imaginary Co-Worker: Fine. You need to come back now because I want you to stuff 1500 letters into envelopes.
Shannon’s Disembodied Voice: I quit.
Imaginary Co-Worker: You can’t quit. We own your soul. Now get out here and stuff those letters.
Shannon’s Imaginary Co-Worker Turns and stalks out of the office, ignoring the giant cocktail glass that comes flinging out from under Shannon’s desk to smash against her filing cabinets.