Surely we're not the only office where the refrigerator shelves are groaning under the weight of casserole dishes, mysterious foil-wrapped pans have been set up in the hall, and folding tables have popped up overnight like mushrooms. People are sneaking around Santa-ishly, packages are appearing on desks, and people are already talking about lunch at 9:20 in the morning. (And Lyn from our graphics department is handing out some truly, remarkably disgusting candy and going into fits of giggles as we all try to choke it down.)
What are our readers and fellow residents of Cubeistan doing today? Any work getting done anywhere?
(And do I smell sweet potatoes in the break room?)