Blet.

Some fucking darklord forwarded a bunch of the transcriptionists and other lackeys a flash video or something set to Celine Dion music – and so everybody in the cubicles surrounding me is playing it at full length on their computers, starting at different times, and sighing to themselves, and I'm going to either puke or go on a frenzy.

And the lady to my left enjoyed it so much she's watching it again!