“cut out all the exclamation marks. an exclamation mark is
like laughing at your own joke, f. scott fitzgerald,” i said over my left shoulder, my face pointed to the back of my cube. “if you want to laugh at your own joke far be it from me to stand in your way.”
“who are you talking to?” julie asked sitting down in the extra chair in my cube.

i turned to look at her. “bonnie, why?”
“because it really looks like you were just shouting at the ceiling. jodi, people are gonna start to wonder.”

“they already do!” came a disembodied voice from over the wall.