The team stared as Dave dragged a cardboard box from under his desk, poked his head inside, and began muttering about ‘expanding my horizons.’ Sarah snorted into her coffee. ‘Dave, the phrase is a metaphor,’ she said, tapping her pen like a judge. Dave emerged, disheveled, holding a crumpled memo. ‘Metaphor or not, I’m pivoting,’ he declared, tossing the box into the recycling bin with a dramatic *clang*. The room fell silent. Then, without looking up, HR muttered, ‘Dave? Your resume’s still in the printer.’
