St. Patrick's Day Aftermath

After a night of celebrating the man who drove the snakes out of Ireland, I came into work today to find my office ... um ... altered. Turns out there are still snakes in Texas, namely my coworkers: Irish eyes are smiling. My chair was upended and my desk had been covered with Mardi Gras beads, empty 5-gallon Ozarka jugs and clip art pictures of beer. And then there's the confetti. Everywhere. In my keyboard. All over my desk. In my coffee cup. In my coffee cup. Ah, the joys of being the new guy.