I was just in the break room making myself some hot cocoa, when my supervisor walked in to make more coffee or whatever. While he was doing that, my manager walked in with some other dude and they started talking about how the dude should meet the director as soon as possible. Not five seconds later, the director walks in with the VP and they all start yukking it up. Something about TPS reports. The break room comfortably holds about six people, so I was kind of thrust into this impromptu meeting. I couldn't push my way past the VP and the director as they were standing near the entrance, so I just stood in the conversation circle. This went on for about five minutes before we disbanded, and I wasn't verbally acknowledged the entire time. I was ITCHING to do something drastic, but self-preservation overrode my sense of adventure and I diminished from the gathering without any such fanfair.

Also, my new space-math band is looking for a band name. Some initial suggestions:

Gustave Adolphi IV
Blood on the Rockets
Jetfield Republic
Stardust Marley
The Challengers (taken)
Graviteez Nutz
My Penis, Uranus (one of many "Uranus" ideas)