The powers that be have chosen this morning to have the conference table in the room next to my cube buffed out. (It recently came back from an extensive re-polishing, so I can only imagine what trauma occurred to need a buffing so soon.) The downside is I feel like I'm working in a dentist's office from the whining of the buffing machine. The upside is that this dentist-drill connection has made it easier to resist the temptation of all the Halloween candy beginning to appear.