Fugato

I love getting packages. When I arrived home from work today, there was a little package waiting in my mailbox.

Except it wasn’t quite little enough; it was lodged stuck in the mailbox slot. The mailman/mailwoman/mailperson had not managed to squeeze it in, and I couldn’t drag it in from inside [my mailbox is in the wall, opens inside]. So I stepped outside to dislodge it, which was easy enough. And of course I left my keys hanging on the mailbox door, inside, and the main door closes automatically.

Gulli: Hi, this is Gulli.

Neighbor: Who?

Gulli: Gulli. I live across the hall from you.

Neighbor: Oh, right. [Bzzzt]

[That's not as pathetic as it sounds. She is my neighbor's new roommate, hence the lack of familiarity.]

Having solved that, I trotted inside to take a look at my nifty new gift, from my employer.

It was an alarm clock.

Granted, it has some other stuff too: thermometer, hygrometer, neat little picture of a sun and clouds. But it still is an alarm clock.

Now, I arrived at work a little after 11 this morning. I have late mornings now and then. Frequently, actually. I wake up early, but always seem to have all kinds of things to do before wandering off to work.

I’ll find out tomorrow whether other employees got this too, or it was a targeted, subtle hint!

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