You've stumbled into the infamous Phase 2-3, where the air is thick with existential dread and the coffee machine is on the fritz.
It's said that on Tuesdays, the fluorescent lights flicker in sync with the desperation in your chest. On Thursdays, the copier jams with an eerie regularity that's starting to freak out the IT guy.
Want to know more about the local legend, Bob from Accounting, who's rumored to have a collection of 17 vintage staplers?
Read more about Bob's Stapler Saga Browse Phase 2-4, where the fluorescent lights work just fine