“Wait for it.” he says.
Sure enough, a full two seconds later the phone starts ringing and her name in white block letters lights up the screen. Naturally, it's Big Mama. The woman’s ability to pick the most perfect moments during our day to flip the table on whatever it is we’re doing, or not doing, is beyond remarkable and borderline creepy. Sunshine clicks the Ignore button. We both hardly ever answer her calls knowing the message will only be repeated once you see her in person, there’s no need to waste the extra time.
“Come on, you know it’ll only get worse.” I say, collecting my tray and he does the same.
Back upstairs we part ways so he can go tango with BM and I head back to my desk. Basking in my unforeseen freedom, I pop on my headphones, stream the 80’s on 8 channel, and spen
