Casey stopped by my cubicle this afternoon, since our paths have not crossed in some time and he has seen me in the hallways a bit already today. We caught each other up on recent meetings, and upcoming happy hours and such.
"This is the first you've seen of my new space, isn't it?" I asked.
"It is...how come they moved you, anyway?"
"Who knows," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I think they just wanted to move some of Dennis' staff closer to him, and so they bumped me to a less desireable location. And, because I am just that kind of a person, I did what needed to be done."
"There you go," he said, "throwing yourself on the grenade."
"Well, I do what I can to make other people feel good."
A sly smile crossed Casey's face. "I have a few ideas in that regard," he said.
"Well, you know I aim to please," I replied, my sly smile matching his own.
"Now, that's what I like to hear!"
You know, it's really good to have people appreciate the lengths I am willing to go to for my colleagues.
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