Today I stepped out of my office to see that Lenore was at lunch. Rather, she was sitting at her desk eating peanut butter smeared on crackers and stuck a handmade sign that read "At Lunch" in one of her fake plants. If someone asks her a question while she's "at lunch" she will just look put-out and point to her sign. End of discussion.
I work for a state-run educational bureaucracy. Some offices at my work have functioning secretaries. Mine has Lenore. Childlike and nuttier than squirrel shit, she serves no real purpose but to amuse me.
Also, I sometimes talk about other office and work hijinks.