On a lighter note: Friday, one of my husband’s co-workers saw my husband and stopped in his tracks in the hallway, incredulous, going, WHAT are you DOING?
Another colleague was working from home that day, and going past the guy’s office, Richard had noted the camera on top of the man’s computer there.
So on impulse he’d danced into the room, holding his fingers in the requisite rabbit-ear V’s, jumping up and down dancing and singing the little-kid song, “Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don’t want to see you…”
The guy at home saw him, though. I imagine it’ll be one of those office stories they laugh over for years.