Obviously she does.

Her legs seemingly carrying her on their own, she soon finds herself in front of the shacks door.

“Oh lord please let nobody be waiting on the other end of this door.”

Twisting the handle, Sally peaks her head through the gap and much to her surprise not a single coworker is looking her way. They all seem to be glued to the television.

Pushing her luck Sally silently slips in the door, now standing mere feet away from the rest of her coworkers. Holding her breath, she awaits any on of them to turn around and discover her at any moment.