Panic At The Disco - And By Disco I Mean My Cubicle

Yesterday everyone on my side of the building was sent an Outlook invite for a meeting.  There would be four of these meetings, back to back to back to back.  No one knew what they were going to be about*...

So naturally that means within 5 minutes of the invite going out, people were gathered around my desk, looking for answers.

Quite a few people assume I know everything, because, well, I tell them I do.  But in the rare instance when I don't know something (like the topic of the meeting) I just tend to make things up.

So here are some fun rumors I attempted to float around the office, as to the purpose of the meeting:

- HR has decided we needed to wear uniforms. Jumpers for everyone!

- All the coffee is being replaced with Red Bull (sans vodka)

- Promotions are now going to be determined "Hunger Games**" style

- Jelly beans have been declared the new currency of the realm (both Starburst and Jelly Belly)

- This years company summer outing is being held at a Leaps & Bounds

- The entire office is moving to the basement of the Alamo

- I'm being named Vice President of Sarcasm

- Mandatory office participation in Locks of Love

Seriously, my coworkers should know better than to ask me.  

~ The Office Scribe

* Turns out, it was nothing bad.  People were freaking out about nothing.

** If you haven't been forced to read this book by your pre-teen or a book club, go out and read it anyway. Nothing like a bunch of kids killing each other to win a childrens literary award!