Smoke.

Our beloved chain smoking CEO is in town this week, and sure sign of his presence is the thick near-visible plumes of cigarette smoke that fill the entire expanse of our office building. Often our eyes will irritate and tear, our throats scar from coughing, and our heads spin from inexplicable headaches and migraines, but all this we are used to, and none of this can deter us from our dogged love for our CEO, or rather: from doggedly acting like the Air Pollution Index in our building is not going head to head with mainland China and that our life expectancies are not fast deteriorating at the rate of minus one year every 15 minutes.