Safety scissors, anyone?

I've been putting together marketing binders, which requires a surprising amount of hole-punching and cutting out stuff and taping things together. And I realize how very much this feels like arts and crafts projects from elementary school.

And my first thought is, "I should be thinking, "Man, I have an Ivy-League education, and they're making me do arts & crafts?" "

And my second thought is, "I get to do arts & crafts!"

I love my job.

However, now that arts and crafts time is over, apparently it's time for milk and cookies. Or at least, my body thinks it is. All it really wants to do is go home and eat the cookies I made last night. (Which is better than Monday, I suppose, when all I really wanted to do was take a nap. It turns out that it's frowned upon in the business world to bring your blankie to work.)