In seconds, we are all back in the parking lot, slapping a Post-it on Jana's car -- "Meet us at Rotelli's" -- and fleeing a quarter-mile down the street on foot so that when the boss comes back out, there will be no one here to fire.
I can just imagine the freak outs on the part of managers and HR when they go to collect the next victim and find the whole office has gone to lunch.
Go read the whole thing.
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