I'm in the office alone right now because everyone else is learning about HipHop culture in the auditorium next door. Admittedly, I am the slightest bit interested in checking it out, but I can't leave! I mean, someone has to be here. And apparently that someone is me.
At least it's quiet.
I vote... Hm...
Make questionable copies of your body parts on the copy machine.
Yup.
Then when you're ready to quit the job, you won't even have to bother typing out an entire resignation letter. You can simply take one of those copies, and autograph one for The Boss Lady.
Dun, dun, dun...