Sabotage (32 page)

Slowly, quite reluctantly, the other panel members filtered out, including Nancy, who was the last to succumb. We clapped and shimmied and saluted our elders and made everyone on every other floor come out and see just what in the hell we were doing. Some members of other departments even joined us. I laughed and realized this was the perfect time for one of the uptight senators, who made us their whipping boys, to come by and observe the NEA; it would have confirmed all their suspicions.

With all of the arguing, and all of the dancing, and all before lunch, I realized working at the NEA wasn’t so bad after all.