I just received an e-mail from my favorite person, the Office HR Lady. "The Halloween pumpkin head has been refilled with lots of candy," it explained.
Naturally, I had to investigate. While I rooted around in the pumpkin-head-bucket to find another teeny Snicker's cube, HR Lady also informed me that it's my supervisor's birthday today. (He is the supervisor that I like, by the way, so hooray and Happy Birthday to him.) Now, on birthdays, it has become habitual for the office to carry in a cake and sing Happy birthday at 4:00 in the afternoon. The birthday-person in question is supposed to act surprised. It all works out for everyone. However, the HR Lady is shaking things up a little today.
"I'm going to bring in a 'cake' (insert quotey finger motions here) at five, but the 'cake' (insert quotey motions again) won't be a cake (insert mime-like eating action, like one is holding an invisible fork), it'll be a cake (insert mime-like drinking action, like one is holding an invisible shotglass)."
There are so many reasons why I love her. Now I can add one more to the list. And pour myself some Jack at the same time.