Telephone....

There is an amusing aspect to being in a place where communication is done by proxy.  Having managers at other locations, people I have never met, randomly call just to see how I'm doing, would be endearing if it wasn't just so weird.  During such conversations, it becomes readily apparent that this person is just a mouth piece.

This sort of kid game is something I thought I had left behind in high school, although I saw a glimpse of it from Antony's ex boyfriend.  Having it played by people I work for, who run a multi-million dollar operation, is perplexing.