  Oh man...I miss all the cool dirt while I'm out of the office, including the cake stampede. I swear, when sack of trash behind the front desk sends out an e-mail letting us know the birthday cake for the month hath been unleashed, the people in floor below us must wonder where we suddenly got a charging head of cattle. It's like they've never had cake before...or eaten befoe or something. So HAL...lay it on me. What happened with uh...Jan? 
