My favorite things about staying in the office late are eating the stuff people left in the refrigerator, and being able to leave if an angry person whose food I ate is still in the building. I guess feeling superior to my coworkers who don’t know I’m eating their abandoned food is nice too. If it’s any consolation, a can of V8 isn’t really food, I’m really very sorry, and not the “bad boy” I described myself to be on that team-building trip to Cracker Barrel before I quickly rescinded.