I feel another song coming on.

The other day, we had our monthly cake and ice cream for employees, in honor of every employee whose birthday falls within the month. Naturally, they came in droves and scattered at quitting time. As Thing One and I cleaned up, I quipped, "The party's over. It's time to call it a day."

It didn't take us too long to clean up, and, since quitting time for the crews is early in the summer, I said, "It's a quarter to three. There's no one in the place."

Thing One suggested a different song, considering the climate we are being subjected to in our last days of the contract. "Take this job and shove it."