Welcome to the Cave

So, at my branch, we don't really have a break room. We have a back room--but no break room. In said back room, everything is all smooshed together, and there is barely enough space for three people standing up. Cramped, uncomfortable, and COLD! Holy cow-a-poly is it cold back there! I spent a few days in training back there, and froze my poor tushy off. Well that, and I sat for eight hours three days in a row on a super uncomfortable stool. So, my favorite teller friend, whom we shall call Mermaid, (Yeah, I know. Just go with it,) and I have taken to calling the back room the Cave. Now, a cave would be pretty cool we if we were men and wanted a man-cave, or if it were more like the Bat Cave where Batman hides out, but primarily, it smells like chinese food and coffee. Although, the coffee pot might actually be growing mold. It has literally been at least a month since someone made fresh coffee or cleaned the pot. I only know these things, because it hasn't moved since I started working there. Ew. But the funny thing about the Cave is that I actually kinda like it in there. It has a funny phone that only works on speaker, cabinets that are full to the brim, name tags everywhere, and cups from the local coffee shop sitting on almost every counter. Oh, and did I mention, I'm keeping count: Hit by the door: 3 times. Hit someone else with the door: 7.