I love the drama of the office. Don’t touch Donna’s labor maker, okay? Don’t. Don’t even. Don’t. Don’t even look at it. Why? Because she bought it with her own money. Enough said, sister. Wait till Donna keep her mitts off my freaking tape dispenser. She knows it’s mine cause clearly labeled with my name. Who stole my key lime pie play. Did you eat my southwestern style Lean Cuisine? Did you eat my half chocolate rabbit I’ve been dying on for five years? That’s basically only half an egg with an ear and a baby blue ribbon wrapped around it. Yes.