As if working in the office late at night and on weekends isn't bad enough, at my old office they'd turn off some of the lights, sometimes in the bathroom!  Having grown up with an intense fear of Bloody Mary (the scary urban legend, not the drink) and finding bathrooms in general kinda scary places where people (or monsters or bugs) can hide in stalls waiting for the perfect moment to attack, I really did not like this.  Sometimes if my coworkers and I got desperate, we'd use those light wands they pack in our emergency kits.  You know those things you have to snap to light up.  I went back and forth whether to do this in a thicker paint style or a more traditional watercolor style, so that explains some of the splotches.  Also please disregard the errant lines in the door - I have perspective/spatial issues.

...now we're laying on them.  For some reason I'm on an old office kick.  I guess with one drawing it just kick started some memories and old jokes.  One of my former coworkers and I were so sad and tired one day in the office we rested our heads on our binders.  The binders that took so much of our time, sweat and tears.  We started to crack up at the idea that we were laying our heads on our instruments of torture.  Yes, humor gets twisted in a twisted work environment.

Cause we're close to the edge...My friend/former coworker (let's just call her Fritillaria) and I would make ourselves feel better during really bad times at the office by thinking up the most horrid and creative ways of exacting revenge.  My preference would be to leave a slightly open jar of kimchi in the deserving person's office, maybe hidden in a vent or somewhere where they wouldn't be able to find it.  I grew up with and love kimchi, but even I will admit that it smells bad when you open up that jar.  Fritillaria's preference would be to eat a bunch of asparagus, collect her pee in a spray bottle, and then spray it on the deserving person's desk and chair.  Like so...
Don't worry, we never actually did any of this.  Well, I can at least vouch for myself.  As for what Fritillaria may, or may not have done, I cannot say with certainty.

Caffeine and greasy food are not enough to fuel an all nighter in the cold dark office.  I'm speaking from past experience (fox in socks).  Not even large coffees and sodas throughout the night were enough to keep me awake after numerous late and difficult nights in the office.  Sometimes you just end up running on empty and your body shuts down for you because clearly you do not know what's best for it.  Don't worry, you can just tell people the drool stains on the paper are actually plain old water stains.

At my old job there were times when things got so bad my coworker/friend and I would get fresh cookies from Pret A Manger at the first floor of our office building and then sit under my desk as we ate them.  When life fox in sucks, warm cookies make everything better.  But I don't know why we felt better sitting under my desk.  Maybe it's something about being in a cocoon environment or close to the ground.  It also helped that no one walking by could tell I was in my office.  To this day we call bad days at work "under the desk" days. Although now if we do it it's alone since we no longer work together.  So sad - misery loves company.

Whenever things suck, my friend and I like to say that it "Fox in Socks" (say it aloud).  Getting slammed at work always Fox in Socks.

...or hardly working?