So I'm walking over to the fridge at work today to grab me a can of mountain dew, and there are two women standing in front of the coffee pot, talking. I walk past just in time to catch the tail-end of their conversation, which was apparently about their relative work-load at the moment.
One says something like, "You wouldn't believe the number of TPS reports on my desk today -- it's brutal." The other one replies, "Yeah, it's either fast or famine...fast or famine." And the other woman nods her head and says, "Yep. You got that right."
I guess it's pretty bad when your only choices are between voluntary and involuntary starvation.