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I, Cory, the amazing writer, am sitting at my desk with nothing to do. Since they don’t pay me to do nothing, I will spy on my editor, Carrie, who is working hard at her desk to my right. She has her back to me and is focused so attentively to her computer that she has no idea that I’m about to tell you everything she does as she does it.

 She just popped a big bubble of gum and then mumbled the word “Nineteen” to herself followed by a sigh. I’d tell you what that means, but I don’t know, either. It must be a newspaper term.

She has James Taylor playing softly out her computer. It’s some song about giving a “shower to people you love.” I could be wrong.

She just answered the phone and had a four sentence conversation with someone she obviously doesn’t hate. I know she must like this person because she didn’t comment on the phone call immediately after hanging up. (Don’t judge, you know you, along with the rest of the phone-using world, do it to.)

 Carrie just said, “James Taylor, nobody is in the mood to be showered with your love today.” And then she switched it to a song I hate. Some song about a “sister with golden hair who is in for a surprise.” I could be wrong.

Carrie tells me that I could help her out by re-writing the captions to RB’s photos.

I told her I’d do that as soon as my caffeine kicked in.

 I probably should to tell her the caffeine has already kicked in.

 Nah, this is too much fun.

Carrie just burped.

Carrie said “Excuse me.”

Yes, editors burp. Don’t judge. You, along with the entire phone-using world, do it, too.

Carrie is quietly editing this week’s comic strips, while I ponder what phone-usage has to do with burps.

 I think I hear Paul Simon. Wait, is that Sting? Carrie’s typing and key rattling make it hard to hear which light-rocker it is.

I bet Sting is more fun at dinner than Paul Simon, but I’m not sure.

Let’s ask Carrie.

She yelled, “PAUL SIMON!”

She said it like I must’ve asked a dumb question.

She said she thinks Sting would be too inappropriate at dinner, but that she feels Paul Simon does run a risk of being too shy and awkward. Still she’s going with Paul. She said Sting’s music is boring to her, and she is unimpressed by the story of how he got his name.

Carrie is done putting together the comics, and is now working on a part of the paper I don’t understand. What do I know? I’ve only been here a year and a half. Oh, it’s “Community Announcements.”

I guess I should do those captions, but let’s wait one more second and see if Carrie does something cool, besides just typing like she is right now. 

She just mumbled “Nineteen” to herself again. What the heck does that mean? Do I want to know? Probably not.

She just cracked her knuckles. I should get to doing those captions before she cracks the whip.