So I come back from the bathroom and pause by the employee mailboxes, looking for a new timesheet to record my hours on. I checked the usual spot where they’re piled up and didn’t see any… and as I was about to move on back to my computer, I caught sight of my name on a label that was stuck to the side of …

What the—? How long have I had my own mailbox?? O_o_O;

Actually, a reasonably long time, if the stuff inside it was any way of judging. Including timesheets dated early December, two paychecks (::cough::), and … well, a Christmas card and Simon Malls gift card (whatever that is…) for $25.

No ID still, though. I took a picture for one like, my second day… and still haven’t seen the results of that… oh well.