"Fridays are my diving boards and Sundays are my towels."

"That’s wonderful.  Where are the teabags?"

"On the subject of my weekend, I will be rushing headlong into a journey of painting my bedroom to a color that matches the sepia-colored photos that I bought in college."

"I guess sepia was in then."

"Huh?"

"Where are the teabags?"

"Under the sink, next to the bag of brillos."

"They’re not there."

"Well, then.  I have a sepia print of my favorite actor, Dilly Shan-"

Jeffrey went on a journey himself.  He lied down on the carpet next to the mini fridge and took a much needed nap.  He wasn’t tired.  He just needed to escape the depression created by his officemates who appeared slightly higher than himself and this was his only weapon.  He didn’t feign sleep, he went straight to the REM’s immediately. 

What a wonderful tool!  And he will keep his job due to its ambiguity.