Yeah, well, I have more time off. So there.

On the subject of job perks . . .

Curtis: It's Waffle Week at work.

Sally: What does that mean?

Curtis: I just got this email: "We're celebrating National Waffle Week.  Please join us in the 7th floor café on Thursday, September 13 from 8:30–10am with a delicious Belgian waffle breakfast. Enjoy freshly made-to-order Belgian waffles covered in all your favorite toppings including strawberries, blueberries, maple syrup, powdered sugar and whipped cream."

Sally: I hate your stupid job, with your Mr. Omelette visits, and your box seats at baseball games, and your fancy winter parties, and your quarterly team-building exercises, which just sound like excuses to get shellacqued. If there were a bed here in my office, I'd throw myself down on it and cry.

Curtis: You could do that here. We have a Quiet Room.

Sally: Is that like a breastfeeding room?

Curtis: No, it's different from the breastfeeding room. The Quiet Room has a big comfy reclining chair, and if you just need 30 minutes to yourself, for like a nap or something, you can go in there anytime you want. If you need it longer, you have to sign out blocks of time.

Sally: Go to hell.