Deep breath.

Could she hear that? She wanted to make sure that it didn't sound as complete lame as it while it was being recorded. Ugh that was awful. She pressed the number symbol button.Hanging up the phone she laughed at herself. That was ridiculously lame. She needed a do over on that one. Oh well. At least she left Professor Moxley a nice message on her voicemail.

Now she would have to go work on those Cinnamon rolls that she kind of promised Professor Moxley. So she grabbed up her things. Ekk that voice mail greeting that was sure to haunt her for the rest of her life. For sure. She hopped out of the chair and left the cubical. Heading toward the kitchen. Hopefully by the time her baked goods were done, Moxley would be clueless to the lameness of that greeting. Food therapy here she comes.