You can take away our phones...but you can NOT take away our dreams

When I walk out of my office to go to the bathroom, I pass by the "law-firm-hot" girl's office. This girl, I probably wouldn't look at her even once in a bar or on the street, but while sitting at my desk, I think dirty, dirty thoughts about her. Anyway, I'm getting off the point. I just walked past her office and heard her talking to someone on the speakerphone. The thing is that the person's voice on the other end of the call had this peculiar echo. So as I continued down the hall past "not-even-close-to-hot-even-at-a-law-firm" girl's office, I realize that she is the person on the other end of the call.

Are they having a laugh? If the phone were left completely out of the process, they could just as easily have heard what the other was saying. And at the same volume. No need to raise voices or anything. God forbid they'd get off their billable-hour-heavy asses and sidle two feet down the hall to the other's office. But, whatever, this made me very upset for some reason. So what I decided to do was walk into "law firm hot" girl's office, pick up the phone in my hand, look at her, hold the phone out toward her for a brief moment, and then slam that fucker down on the receiver. Then in a faint whisper, proclaim "I don't even like you anymore."

She doesn't even know my name.