if there’s one thing i enjoy about the office, it’s that everyone’s always looking for an excuse to throw a party.

somebody’s transferring out of the department! party. somebody’s getting married! party. someone’s retiring! party. someone lost her keys! party.

this, of course, is a good thing. a party isn’t a party without food and while it ain’t exactly dinin’ at the Ritz, it’s FREE.

ah…what a beautiful word.

so here i am, eating my complimentary lunch of burnt “simulated hotdogs” and bland, discolored pasta and i don’t even know what the heck we’re celebrating.

and i’m probably going to have explosive diarrhea tonight.