My parents' company is like a jacked up mix of "Office Space" and "The Office." There are several sections of the company scattered throughout the 10th floor, with most sections not knowing or giving a crap about the others. Folks within each department know each other, but when strangers pass each other on the way to make a copy or get coffee, the result is usually two people walking past each other, and staring. Not smiling, mind you, but staring. It's a highly disturbing experience when you're working part-time and so pretty much NO ONE knows you except your parents and their friends. Dude, it's a strange work experience to say the least.

Especially strange when cute men your parents work with leave you work on your desk with notes attached that read: "Give this to your Mama when you're done." It just seems off.

And you'll often hear the main boss saying highly inappropriate things. For example: at a little "Employee of the Quarter" cake party yesterday (I shit you not), the Head Cheese is updating everyone on India's apparent takeover of the company and likened layoffs to when the Nazis would go around shooting every other Jew.

Oh yeah. True story.

I now truly understand how Newman rationalizes the postal system's casual murder spree. The mail: It just. Keeps. Coming.