I walked into an associate's office to ask him a question about our client's responses to interrogatories in a case I'm dealing with.
I walk in, start asking my question but stop mid sentence.
"Do you think we should..."
I looked around the associate's office and saw piles and piles of papers and redwells all over the place. There were stacks of documents growing up out of the floors, and mountains of them bubbling up all over the associate's desk and conference table. It looked like an entire file cabinet died in there but not before expunging itself. I blatently said as much to the associate.
"Wow. It looks like a file cabinet exploded in here."
He looked around, looked at me and solemly replied:
"I hate my life."