I, Joshua

I've always regarded the conference room across the hall as a Canaan of sorts, a land overflowing with milk and honey compared to my own monotonous cubicle.  The room always seems so spacious, the chairs so comfortable, and even better, there is always food there, no matter what time the meeting is.  Jen and I like to dare each other to just walk in one day and help ourselves to some food.  Then spend hours wondering about what life is like in the conference room across the hall.  But today, my dreams came true.  I walked into the promised land and helped myself to cake and some wraps.  Without having to sit through a meeting.  Or being escorted out by security.  Apparently, Unusually Friendly Lady from the division next to us (yes, that is the name I have called her for the past year.  No idea who she is but say hi to her all the time.  She is, in fact, the most friendly person I have ever met) had a meeting in there with lots of leftover food.  And true to her name, she decided to be neighborly and tell the surrounding divisions about the food.  She even got extra plates for us, shook my hand, and promised me she'd invite me to her next food tasting.  I officially declare this the best Tuesday ever.

(If any colleagues are reading this instead of working- go across the hall!  There's food to be had.)