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The three days before Thanksgreaving break are the worst days in the corporate world.

Nothing gets accomplished.

EVAR.

I'm listening to phone conversations, people drifting past, a few funky ring tones.  My desktop computer is currently monitoring Outlook, and more importantly playing through Pink Floyd's "The Division Bell"

I'm still hearing the occasional whirring sounds of power drills from out in the shop, but even they sound like their hearts aren't in it.

Just remember:

At this very moment, millions of people are having sex right now...
None of them are you.