Pumpkin Patch's Crappy Adventure

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After Donna left, he ended up staring at his office wall and mentally cataloging the number of times he'd eaten chicken salad in the last three months.

It was a depressingly high number.

For a guy who generally prided himself on eating like a guy - cheese on everything, thank you very much - it was a tad distressing to realize how completely his assistant had changed his diet.

He should probably talk to her about that. On the other hand, she'd probably whip out a bunch of medical studies and point out that working fifteen hours out of the day was a bad idea and would chicken salad really kill him, no, because it was healthy unlike all that read meat he normally ate, and why was he complaining if he just noticed it now?

Okay, the fact that he had an inner Donna who yelled at him even when she wasn't there was a lot more disturbing than the fact that he'd been eating a lot of chicken salad.

Sighing, he looked around his desk. Nope. Nothing had magically appeared in the last ten minutes. Operations was running smoothly. His staff was good and on top of things. So on top of things, apparently, they - meaning Janet - were dancing around to something that invoked a lot of hip action.

Josh tilted his head and stared for a bit. Then decided that staring at his subordinate's ass as she shook her groove thang, badly, was probably not in his best interest.

He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. At least they'd patched the plaster that had nearly fallen on his head a few years before. He really did have the crappy office.

Maybe he should go to a movie. It'd be a good sight more interesting than messing up his files. Plus, Donna wouldn't kill him.

Or maybe he could go bother CJ. Yeah, that was probably more fun in the long run.

-fin-

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