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So, my employer is changing the vendor that restocks our break room with snacks and coffee and the like. There's been a bit of a hiccup in the transition - the old vendor stopped restocking a couple of days ago, but the new vendor isn't due to start until Monday. Coffee is running low, and we're out of chips, nuts, energy bars, bread, and dark chocolate. We've got plenty of fresh fruit (for the moment), and I've got my own backup stash of tea and yogurt, so I'll be fine, but there's a palpable tension in the air. It's Friday, and people are hungry and undercaffeinated. I foresee interesting times.

(And, yeah, I know - we're incredibly pampered here. I've never before worked anywhere that provided more than lousy coffee, Lipton tea bags, and a vending machine in the break room.)

Well, that was predictable...

Someone has eaten my yogurt. To be fair, it was sitting in a communal fridge and wasn't marked with my name and a biohazard symbol, but I had hoped it might be safe for a couple of hours.

On the upside, I have less than 20 pages to go on the copyedit, and my co-author has finished his bit. (He is evidently much more awesome than I am. Either that, or he just fusses less over his edits.)

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I've unjustly maligned my coworkers - my yogurt wasn't eaten, it was just hidden underneath someone else's lunch.

The copyedit is finished! Wheeee!

Why, yes, I'm spamming my f-list every two hours just to keep myself awake. It's been a long week. Fortunately, it looks like I am going to make my 4pm deadline, so I can go home early.