Why they like me at the office

I buy pounds and pounds of Starbucks coffee.

I ground my own beans and make the best pot of Joe that a cheap, office-issue coffee-maker could make.

I buy fancy cookies and pastries from Whole Foods and share them with co-workers.

How can you not like working for a guy who has buttered you up with Pike Place Roast and cranberry loaf.

I’ve got management skills, baby.

I’m the office hero.