I sat in on a four-hour meeting concerning Corporate Security today. His stories of when I was in the FBI and I did this and that were rather interesting but he was longwinded and I was late getting off work. I signed a thousand papers in which I promised to do this and that and never do that or the other and to be frank- I no longer wanted to hear his stories. Sure, a child was locked in a vault for two days. Sure, tear gas exploded in one building and everyone had to run for their lives. I just sat and pondered when it will be best to buy The New Car. And I also had nasty thoughts about the person who refills the candy dishes in the conference room. There were no strawberry starbursts left or any chocolate. Who expects me to work without chocolate? I mean, disperse with the 401k nonsense and just send me Godiva daily.