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.
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