The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and...

Well...after 1 year and 3 months, I finally am getting my own office at work. However, I'm not moving out of my office...the other guy is. He's just moving across the hall though, so I'm being very helpful. I'm pleased as I will no longer have to endure the auditory or olfactory displeasures that occur routinely after lunch, or the late BK brunch.
(A little BK math for you all...2 Whoppers for $3 @ 700 calories each == 2*700 = 1400 calories)
Too bad I only have 4 1/2 months left to enjoy my newfound aloneness...but I'll be able to turn the radio up an extra notch, maybe pilfer the second internet connection, you know, all the fun things.