Anne
Sitting at the desk I use while in this office, I stared at the computer screen. It was full of numbers, accounts, and everything that I normally look at every single day. The only problem was nothing was in the correct order. Everything was all jumbled up. In frustration, I hit a couple of keys on the keyboard, but that only made things worse. Sighing, I stood up, meaning to see if anyone else was having the same issues. And if they were to see if we could figure out how to fix it.
Turning around, my eyes moved over to the other cubicles, but no one was there. That is strange. The building was full of people a moment ago. Turning again, I looked around the room for anyone. Finally, my eyes landed on Snoopy standing at the entrance of the cubicle I was in. That's strange. Why would
