Next Island moved to a new office today, and my first act of stunning maturity was to call Harold’s desk from my desk to tell him I have a phone now. (I am not entirely sure why he puts up with me) Later on, I told Chip, who was working from home, about how I’d decorated his desk for him and phoned Harold from six feet away.
Chip texted me a couple seconds later to tell me he has a phone too.
And then I blogged about it.
