Every Friday evening, the CEO escapes our office (and The Other Office) to play beach volleyball. This year, he took over the job of collecting team fees, and is keeping the money in an envelope, zipped up in his backpack, which sits downstairs in the Media Room. Earlier today, while I was working one-on-one in the Conference Room with The New Guy, K.Lo disappeared and became very quiet. Unless it's the Night Shift or Afternoon Break, quiet employees are suspect employees. Moments later, K.Lo returns to the Conference Room with an absolutely giant pile of cash, which she gleefully deposited onto the Conference Room table. She had managed to transport all $305 from the backpack envelope, up the stairs, and across the kitchen, with a gleam in her eye that only a fat payout can inspire. Not surprisingly, she was most unhappy when the cash pile was confiscated; though, I admit that I, too, could see the appeal in playing with a mountain of bills.