Gravy Job.

Every week when I show up to work, the first thing I do is go to the break room to punch in. And every week there is some seriously nasty food sitting out just for us employees. There's always at least one heaping, congealed plate of sausage gravy. Here we see some bonus bits of bacon frozen in time.

There's also a note from the manager taped to the refrigerator encouraging us to help ourselves to any expired milk or yogurt we find. God I love this job.