Whoops, I quit my job.
Which means I have two weeks to do all the things I was always too ashamed to do in the office:
1. Build a fort out of the magazine archives. Invite only my cool coworkers to join me inside.
2. Proctor a blind taste test of all the promotional energy drinks companies have sent us.
3. Kidnap the cat that sometimes wanders in from a neighboring office.
4. Investigate why a copy of 2004 Ray Charles biopicĀ Ray mysteriously appeared in my disc drive a year and a half ago.
5. Hanson Pandora station. Full volume.