Tension like sausage.

Tension, thick as sausage. That's work lately. It's like a big, fat, juicy sausage back here. Everyone except myself is involved. My work is solo, I don't have to collaborate or I'm sure I'd be in the midst of drama also. But, I'm not. Hah ha.

Today the manager wants them all to have a meeting. Everyone is pretending they are too busy. Bock, bock, bock. They should all just have it out with each other but no one wants to be the first to "express" themselves. I'm going to suggest they all get together and make paper turkeys by tracing their hands on construction paper and then decorate each others turkeys in a way that shows how they really "feel". Wouldn't I be awesome if I really made that happen?

The sausage is hovering and rolling around in here and it's 1pm, the suggested time of the meeting but everyone is quietly pretending they don't notice. "Hey, y'all having that meeting to slice up the sausage or what?" is what I am yelling in my head. "Because the overpowering scent of frying pork and spices encased in intestines is stifling me people!"