Hello. It's Belinda.
I'm worried about all of my friends on the "west coast." Meaning USA.
Abigail, the other rabbit writer on the team, lives in California. She told me what's going on. I don't want to say anything else.
This is why my roommate doesn't let me watch the weather on TV. If I walk into the room she changes the channel.
I get too "rattled."
So please let me know how you are. Use the comment box at the bottom of this blog. You can just say "hi" and that's fine.
This goes for everyone by the way. No matter where you live. Not just west coast or USA.
I'll try to reply "promptly." But if I don't please check back after a few hours. Or the next day.
I'm not supposed to work on Sundays but I don't care. It all evens out "in the wash."
Anyway. Speaking of rattled.
Do you remember when I said something fishy was going on?
For one thing, I got an email at work that made no sense.
It said "Dear Mr. Gordon. Please confirm width for Belinda the Spokesrabbit's new desk. Best regards, Sam."
I panicked. "To put it mildly." Mr. Gordon is my boss. I'm not supposed to read his email.
Also I don't have room for a desk. I work under the utility sink. "No comment."
So I deleted the email and hoped the whole thing would blow over.
Well get this. "Sam" sent it to both of us. Mr. Gordon and me.
I was in the "cc" part. Which means copied.
You might wonder how I found out about this. Turns out that when you delete an email it doesn't go away. You can "un-delete" it.
After I calmed down that's what I did. Looked in the "trash" gizmo.
Mr. Gordon never mentioned the desk to me. Nobody on the team said a peep. Not even Josh from the warehouse. Which was odd.
Right around this time my roommate started to "act up." Whispering and mumbling on the phone. Saying "Belinda has no idea." And that I'm "too worked up about those combo box ads."
Well it happened again.
The other afternoon I nodded off behind the couch. I guess she didn't know I was back there.
Next thing you know I hear laughing.
I open my eyes and all I could see was the baseboard. But I could hear her "loud and clear."
"Oh I know. Belinda is going to flip!"
Then more laughing.
"It's going to be the biggest surprise of her life."
That was enough for me.
I stood up and I didn't even tidy my face. Just backed out from behind the couch and walked around the corner.
My roommate was sitting at the dining room table. When she saw me she froze. So did I.
I looked at her and counted to three in my head. "For effect."
Then I continued into the kitchen and down the steps to the bottom level.
That's all I can say for now.
But this is far from over in my opinion. Because I've been working on a little "scheme" for weeks. It has to do with my hay combo box.
In the end I might get into big trouble. But "enough is enough."
I'm going to need everyone's help so be sure to read my email next week.
The thing is I don't like surprises. Desks or otherwise. I'm sorry but this whole thing makes me jumpy.
Well "the tractor has turned" if you know what I mean.
Because I'm cooking up a little surprise of my own.
PS: Remember to leave a comment below. If you have time.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
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