worked on bike this morning. didn't work on it as well as I should have. didn't make it to the freeway (thankfully, I guess). still made it into work before most people, as is my wont. there were email changes over the weekend, and I was having trouble with those... and there were other issues on top of that, and so I was upstairs working on them.

I come downstairs to the following:

[[fyi, matt quit a week and a bit ago; jennings has apparently started using his desk instead of jennings' old desk...]]


I come downstairs and Jennings (my 'boss') is fit to throw a fit. He looks like he's on the verge of tears. With voice slightly raised (which could be a result of the obnoxiously loud road traffic outside), he says "When you take something off my desk, let me know."

I reply with something along the lines of, "Uh... okay" ... or something like that.

He repeats, more agitatedly, "When you take something off my desk, let me know."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came in today, I couldn't find my speakers."

"Oh, those? I nabbed those a couple of days ago. Or, a couple of workdays ago."

"Oh, uh, I hadn't noticed. But still, when you take something off of my desk, you need to let me know."

"I didn't know it was your desk."

"If I took your computer and put it on my desk, wouldn't that be a little weird? Sure, timbuk2 owns it, whatever. Why would you take something off of my desk?"

"I didn't take it off of your desk. I took them off of Matt's desk. I didn't know that this was your desk, now, but regardless I took them off of _Matt's_ desk."

"Uh, okay."