Here's a hint...

Are you having a hard time finding me? 

Here's a hint. I hear there is a new neighbor moving in next to me. Looks like that neighbor makes the sames sounds that my current structure does. 

Come find me and bring me some ear plugs.

Not my idea of a spa, people.

Tick. Sliiiiide. Clang.

Seriously, what is this place? I’m thankful Kristi came to my rescue before I became the next chew toy for one of WGM’s precarious toddlers. That nursery smells of fear for someone my size and handsome physique.

Swoosh. Creeeek. Bang.

After that near fiasco, I was ready for a little r & r. Kristi explained that my next spot would be a bit more spa like, or that’s what I pictured when she said sauna. I was thinking I would have plenty of time to work on my manscaping, but it’s dark and my neighbors are rowdy.

Beep. Craaaaank. Bam.

Someone is coming. Stop! Come back. People come and go, but never hang out here long. Please, hurry and find me. I need to be saved from this raucous. I’m not sure how long my stash and brow can remain on point in this temp. I beg you.

HELP!

Where am I?
This is new...
Please someone find me, I'd do the same for you!

I may be young,
but I'm not a child.
So why am I stuck here where the toys have gone wild?

Please rescue me.
Please save my hide.
I can't push open the lid, I've tried and I've tried!

This feels like a scene
out of Toy Story 3.
Come quick or else there will be no more of me!

Wyatt is on the move!!!

To Workplace,

             Today I'm relaxing with mi amigo y mi amiga. The billboards here have obnoxiously big letters, almost too big for my eye to see properly. However my friends say it smells strongly of wood and coffee which is aesthetic enough to keep me here. I hope to see you soon!
                                                                     From, Wyatt




Pat has passed off Wyatt to me, Madison, so good luck!!!! :) 

A Calculated Move

Wow! That new copyeditor you have sure isn't very perceptive. I hung out in her bookshelf for so long that I think my unibrow is permanently flattened. Maybe my new host will have a comb and can fluff me out.

It was a calculated move on my part. I enjoy the security I feel under World Gospel Mission, especially with all these presidential transitions happening everywhere I turn. Who would have thought the entire country and WGM would be going through leadership changes at the same time.

Well, happy hunting, friends! Knock on wood I'm found a little quicker this time around.

Could someone please get me out of this cramped space! I feel squished and not at all "top shelf" in this location. I can see everyone as they walk by to get their copies, but no one is paying attention to me. Help!

Well, I didn't hang out on the other level very long. It was really boring there. The gal didn't even notice that I was hidden back in the greenery where I couldn't see anything. And when she did find me, she didn't take me out to eat or up for break or on a walk or anything! No long chats in the Oasis about life or my purpose or anything! So I'm outa here! I'm movin' on up to the big time where I can hang out with style!