On a recent Thursday, I wandered from my desk to the desk of Dan Sernovitz, the Washington Business Journal’s senior reporter extraordinaire, dropped my arms on the raised wall of his cubicle and asked in an annoyingly slow drawl, “What’s happening?”
As if I were about to abscond with his red Swingline stapler.
My terrible impression of Bill Lumbergh from “Office Space” notwithstanding, it was a pleasure to walk that 12 feet for no other reason than to check in with a member of the…
