The Cow-orker invades, descending from the upper levels of the building
to our area. Why? Because she has to send an invoice down to the basement-dwelling Expenditure folk for payment and doesn't want to go there. So she catches the lift to the 2nd floor and enters our secured area so she can use our fax to send a copy of the invoice to Expenditure two floors below us.
She cactches our bemused expressions.
"What?" She waves our "OK to pay" rubber stamp around. "I didn't want to go downstairs and use their stamp, okay?"
