(As opposed to prehaste?  It's an odd word.)

(Oh, post as in mail.  Got it.)

Some time ago, we moved out of our cage at Savvis (what used to be known as Exodus's building SC-5).  In the area next to us (which is where i gashed my leg some time ago), there was, inexplicably, a roll of toilet paper.

I don't know if there's any connection to the sign in the men's bathroom pictured below.

This is on the door of one of the offices at my workplace.  I have no idea who gave it its name, or attached the subtitle.  We're currently using as surplus computer storage, but it isn't unique in that role.

This box of Russian sugar cubes sits in gBox's kitchen.  My coworker Lex assures me that Russian sugar is sweeter than American sugar.

After sixteen weeks of fiscal insufficiency, i've signed an offer with gBox and will start working there on Monday.