suddenly the lights go dim. a hush falls upon the office. the shuffles of big clunky shoes and the clinks of a stepladder being moved about. what could it be? why, the opening line to a joke in the making of course! how many amanda g.'s does it take to change a lightbulb exactly? who knows, but it sure is exciting to see our resident office manager scale great heights to screw bulbs into "stick-your-whole-hand-into-the-electrified-socket" light fixtures ("righty tighty, lefty loosy"), so we don't have to work in the dark anymore!

i don't know how we did it, but we managed to divert an ice cream truck from its usual routes of children parks to come pay us a visit in the parking lot. a sudden rush of employees filed out the office to crowd around the truck, the familiar melody of the ice cream truck playing from the roof-mounted loudspeaker like the enchanting music of a frozen dessert pied piper. i haven't visited an ice cream truck since i was a kid! i had a momentary lapse of nostalgia while i feasted on my vanilla soft serve swirl. a so-so day will now forever be etched into my permanent memory all because of a simple visit from an ice cream truck.