How am I supposed to get my work done if you're going to murder me?

Never got to post yesterday - I was THAT busy.  And just to prove it to you, this is what I look like on a Saturday morning when I have to go BACK into the office.  Not so cute.

I'll tell you something else that isn't cute.  When you're all alone in your office, no one else is in the building, let alone your floor, and you hear an odd noise come from up front, followed by all the phone systems in the office beeping at once.

I was typing an email, so I spun away from my computer to look at my office phone, and THE LIGHT WAS ON AT THE FRONT DESK. 

It was my "WE'VE TRACED THE CALL; IT'S COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE" moment.

I fought the urge to cower under my desk (that would have worked - the light on in my office, Taylor Swift on the computer radio, my coffee cup steaming...), grabbed my scissors from my "World's Best Boss" coffee cup/pen holder, and stealthily jogged down the hall to the front desk ("don't run with scissors" loses a little of its sensibleness when you're about to defend your life).

Of course no one was up there.  I realize now that when someone calls on the weekend and the phone is on night ring, it gives anyone in the office a courtesy beep to let them know the phone is ringing.  The general voicemail just runs through the front desk line.  There was no one at the front desk, playing a little cat and mouse preparing to murder me. 

OR WAS THERE?

I just realized...I didn't check the bathroom...