The Lost Amber jokes are by now so old as to almost be tiresome. In fact, now it seems that they are unintentionally haunting me IRL.
It’s 8:20–I don’t start work for 10 minutes, so I’m hiding in the back room reading a book. One of the regular employees wanders in a few minutes early and asks my co-worker, “Where’s the other girl? Did she get lost?”
I’m surprised she didn’t head the THUMP of my head hitting the desk.