And thus is the first of my last five days at work alone, with no more Catherine to comiserate with...
I enter my cute little hideyhole in the mailroom behind the front desk:
*Sigh* "Des, is it lunch time yet?"
He looks at the clock, and turns back with a sad look: "No dear, not quite."
Pause
"But your Boss never comes in, and hasn't yet today, so you can go to lunch whenever you want really."
And thus is how it will no doubt go for the next week. Des, by the way, is our favorite commisionaire. He's adorable, wants a hug each before we leave for the year(in a not dirty way), tells us every time he wins a game of solitare, and says "wha?" every time we say something to him, because he's half deaf.