Monday morning I came in to work and someone had put up these red paper heart doily things all over the women's room. Oh, and there were some cupids stuck on the mirror too. What's up with that? Being festive is all well and good, but come on. I felt like I was either in elementary school or a sorority. (I don't know which is worse.) That's why I like working in a male-dominated field--my exposure to this kind of crap is limited. If we have something to celebrate, we don't hang up crepe paper, eat scones, and giggle. We slap each other on the back a few times, go get a beer, and play some darts.