Gaseous Explosions.

I pass by the SLAB group's quad pretty much everytime I step away from my desk. From time to time, this group of guys serenade me with the Simon and Garfunkel tune "Cecelia" and have replaced Cecelia's name with mine.

I was chatting in the hall with one of the bosses and they passed me and, as suspected, serenaded me. She let me in on some of the ways these boys pass their time at work: they sit around their quad farting all day. Nobody knows who it is (although everyone has their suspicions) and nobody fesses up to it.

EW!

I'm so glad I don't have to work with them.

A left the company on Friday. I have a giant quad all to myself and it sure does feel great!