I don’t know what it is about St. Patrick’s Day.  Every year of  our adult life, we’ve come into the office on St. Patrick’s Day Wednesday and had to contend with *THAT* guy.  You know the one.  St. Patty’s Day is HIS day.  We all work with him:  he’s checking you for green (and moving in for the pinch if  you don’t); he’s speaking in a bad Irish accent all day; he comes back from lunch reeking of corned beef, potatoes, and green beer; he’s probably clogging-er, river dancing-in the halls; chances are he’s NOT EVEN IRISH!  Did you have to deal with him yesterday?