I flipped through all the pictures then sent the file to the girls, Amy and Victor and keyed VCATS to conference call to the girls. It was midnight in...Kampala and 5 pm at the office.Not only were the girls in there, everyone was: Mom, Dad, Lisa, Jason, and all my administrators, even Robert and Burt. How they all fit in the meeting room was a mystery but I was not going to get an answer tonight.I spent the next fifteen minutes giving a narrative of the ball, and who all the people were there. Be warned it is so bad it is funny...Games to play in a boring office.Office work dull? None of your colleagues appreciate your humour? ... Well if you’re like me then here are a series of gags that will keep you amused for hours, embarrass your work colleagues and probably end with your Pink slip- what a way to go though!?!Run one lap around the office at top speed.Groan out loud in the bathroom cubicle (at least one other ‘non-player’ must be in the bathroom at the time) then say, “Geez, that. Every time we saw each other on the balcony, we would smile and wave. I was getting impatient. Who was she working for?The next morning when we saw each other, we waved. I signaled that I’m going to phone her. I phoned her on the intercom and asked her a few questions about the area. She said, “I’m going shopping this evening. Come with me.”When we returned, I asked her who she worked for. The family lived between Mumbai and Dubai and couldn’t return. That made me happy for a while. The next. Yes to her master she is his slave. A slave, which is just a slave, as any other possession of her masters. She takes comfort in the fact that she is his slave. She looks around the room seeing the cages that her and her sisters enter the chamber from each of their rooms. They are not the cages that they are kenneled in when in master’s bedroom. These are cages that one can not see through. A door on the other side is where a slave enters the cage form her own room and then waits on her hands.