So, as you know, it's my big day. But I still came in to work.

I should refresh your memory on Stacey, the awesome gal who worked the front desk with me for a few months after the last receptionist was let go. She was great, really professional, personable--she could recognize and name a C-list celebrity, or (as yet) unknown musician from fifty feet away. A skill very useful in our building at times. I knew she was going to take off. And she has! She stopped temping, became an assistant, and she's been promoted like four times! She has a name plate! And business cards! We're all very proud of her.

So, I'm expecting a delivery today, of my new shower filters (so that I don't stink of chlorine--eau de Venice). When the security officer informs me that there is a package waiting for me in the mailroom, I get excited. I walk out to the loading dock and there is the guard with this white box, with big red bow, and a big bucket with a carton of milk on ice in it all done up in cellophane and ribbons.

He says, "You need any help with these?"

"Where are my shower filters?"

"This is your delivery!" The box has a note, and inside it reads Happy Birthday! Have a great one! Love, Stacey. There is a sticker on it from Snookie's Cookies. And let me tell you, these are some serious-ass cookies. Oh my god.

Well, I got my shower filters too. But the cookies were so much better!