Matt's art dealer friend showed up Tuesday night to check out the mummy. He had a moustache with a little goatee and shoulder length hair cut straight at the shoulders.

It made him look like Robin Hood.

He said he might be able to move it, but the foul odor and salsa stains were going to make it difficult. He said he'd make some calls and get in touch with us yesterday. He never did.

The mummy's gotten better about leaving the volume on the TV at an acceptable level and he doesn't usually break stuff in the cabinets if we leave him some food before we go to bed. Matt got hooked up with a couple cases of fruit snacks and the mummy seems to like those, so I think we're in the clear for the time being.

Yesterday they moved Oscar to the cube in front of Angela. The desk is right under the heating vent and Oscar's really fat, so he spent all yesterday bitching about the heat.

At one point he said he was "hotter than a ten peckered mink". Later, he said the heat was drying him up "like a camel's cunt".

They might as well have moved Oscar's desk right into HR.