Let’s pull up a scenario: You’re trying to weave your way through the gaudily decorated conference room toward the folding table holding a tiny tin tub with a few domestic beers still floating in it when suddenly, your boss appears dressed as Santa Claus and ho ho ho’ing it up in your face to demand you turn that frown upside down. Meanwhile, said beers disappear and all that’s left is the eggnog that’s been sitting there all afternoon and may or may not have rum in it. In another scenario: Cash. [More]
