I stopped by the office today only to find the entire joint empty; I guess I missed the memo. With nobody around, I knew it would be hard to get any work done. At some point in the afternoon, I took a stroll through the premises to, you know, stir the creative juices. Passing by the web team's office, I could hear some absolutely blood-curdling howls and sporadic thuds, as if a head were hitting the floor. The door was locked, but I could also detect the noxious strains of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" seeping through. I shouted, "Grant?! You okay?!" But all that was audible were more irregularly timed thuds and then some pitiful whimpering.

So, I did what any concerned co-worker would do: I went to Everyday Music and sold some crap CDs.