She waited, desperately curious, for news on the Jim/Karen/Vending Machine situation.

She couldn’t decide whether to feel smug, or victorious, or defeated, or amused, or horrified, or just plain tragic. After all, what sort of person did this sort of thing?

Well, she did.

And, honestly, she supposed that Jim might have…if he’d thought of it first.

Ahh, smug. Good. She was hoping for smug.

She stared at the bowl of untouched jelly beans on her desk. Her boss didn’t eat sweets, and not many others really came by her desk.

She wasn’t sure why she bothered putting them out.