For most of us, there's always this sensation of dread when coming back to work after a long break, which generally falls somewhere between: "I hope they didn't switch desks on me!" and "Oh my God, I hope I still HAVE a job!"
One early July morning, after two week's "vacation" in Hawaii helping Arlene, a not-so-favorite cousin with her wedding, an apprehensive Janine walked up to the front door of the fire station, took out her key while wondering "What's that smell?", slid it into the lock, and screamed when an avalanche of garbage tumbled out, burying her.
Grinning sheepishly, Slimer oozed out of the pile burbling, "Surprise!"