A happy bonus of working in a huge office complex is that, walking through the halls, I often see new people who work in other offices.
New, sexy people. With penises.
And sometimes I see them on casual Friday, when I did realize how clingy my outfit is, but it was too late to change it, so, “Hello, sir. Please behold all the best bits of my body — an hourglass with just the right amount of extra sand in it.” (“Allllll the right junk in allllll the right places.”)
I love my job.