I’ve been awfully tired lately, and yesterday this manifested itself in the urge to dial Billie’s extension (she’s one of the few people in the office that’s around my age) and ask her the above question.

At least two things (beyond the timely holiday mischief) would have made this hilarious, in my estimation:

1) Since the call would be interoffice, Billie’s “intercom” light would blink; she would know that the call originated from within our office.

2) From the nature of the building, at least half of my coworkers would have heard me; more than likely Billie would also be able to hear me, even without the phone.

Alas, I never got my chance.