I worked late last night helping my boss with an event. There were balloons and food and name tags. I left around 7:30pm, went home, ate dinner and soon after went to bed. Then I turned around and came back here. I hate that.
This morning I found some nearly deflated balloons at my desk. So I guess it was my job to pop them. I always feel like I'm deflating the life of the party when I get rid of balloons.
And yes, that's a Swingline red stapler on my desk.