There are days when I, much like every other American worker on the planet, hate coming into work. I'm tired, I'm sluggish, and goddamnit if I don't wish I could stay in bed all day eating leftover domino's and watching 10 Things I Hate About You. These are the things that make me human.

Unfortunately, along with my humanity comes my sense of responsibility - professionalism, if you will. So, regardless of how much I hate to do it, I drag my skinny butt out of bed and into the shower.

Today was one of those days... until now. You see, I've just found out that my KICK-ASS company has been keeping butter flavored secrets from me on the 14th floor. That's right, free popcorn. And not crappy free microwave popcorn. No sir. Free, fresh, movie theater popcorn. From a cart.



My office now officially kicks your office's ass.