Who Moved My Cheese?

So Sniff, Scurry, Hem, and Haw, which one of you had the audacity to move my cheese? Now please don’t say the cheese doesn’t matter, or in the Matrix tone, there is no cheese, just tell me who moved my cheese?

It is mid-week with only two of my team, which includes me, are holding up the flag as sickness hits the rank and file of New Media. I too am feeling not altogether there but with some medication I am slouching behind my desk going from one energy high to the next.

Walking between the empty offices looking for my cheese, I came across Ilana, our conceptual designer sporting her newly painted finger nails of a mouse and some cheese.

What would you do if you weren’t afraid of what tomorrow would bring?