Why My Job Sometimes Rocks

So I am unbelievably stressed out right now. So stressed that my TMJ has crunched itself up into a pretty serious case of lockjaw. Ouchy McOuch!

... and so, it's late, and we're crunching, because we're *this* close to launching into super mega production on our black history month campaign, and things are tense and stressy ... and then I get this email from my big boss (he's not big, but he's the muckiest mucky muck in my dept):

"I think you need some peanutbutter and jelly."
And he enclosed this link.

I saw this a few years ago, but he was right -- this is exactly what I needed to see RIGHT THIS MOMENT.

i have laughed so hard that I have wept off my mascara.

Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat.

I am going to leave soon and attempt to pry my jaw open, possibly with a spoon. With a lever, I can move the world. And I've got 50 ways to love my lever.