It's the start of the month, and that means finishing my timesheets for last month and emailing them to our clerks, a bunch of 20-to-22-year-old college students.

So today I started emailing them in groups as I finished them, naming the emails "Ken's timesheets", then "Ken's timesheet's Part II:  The Return," then "Ken's Timesheets part III:  The Reckoning," then "Ken's Timesheets Part IV:  Electric Boogaloo", then "Ken's Timesheets Part V:  This Time It's Personal."

As I went to get a soda I noticed the clerks conferring around their laptop, looking concerned.  Eventually they elected one of themselves through some lot-drawing exercise and sent her to me to try to figure out whether I was attempting to send some sort of obscure message that they were supposed to follow.  They were particularly concerned about the "Electric Boogaloo" thing.

I realized it was pointless to explain, as any attempt would just concern them any more.

Damn kids.

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