I hate talking about myself. I hate drawing pictures that somewhat resemble myself.
But here it is. This is a true story.
Yeah, I have a thermometer in my cubicle. It gets hot in there sometimes.
One time, when I sat in a different seat, I bought a candy bar from the Girl Scouts. It was one of those really thick ones they sell, I think it was a Krackel. It got so hot in there that the candy bar melted in the package. The sucker turned into liquid! So I put it in the back of my bottom drawer for a few days and let it harden so I could eat it. Money well spent.