This is the most emotionless emoticon I've seen.
And so trapped inside it, what else would you do when the only visible parts of you are your hands? Yeah, I knew you were thinking what I was.
This is my place of work. We were packing that day to move two floors up to "improve corporate communication" with our fellow emotionless co-horts who we would be pod-ed with so that we can more easily harass each others' personal space for the sake of not-getting-more-work-done. Or if all goes well, as planned by our crafty Human Resources Department - we would be "one" in the spirit of professional culture advancement, a step closer to office Utopia, by submitting to the false pretenses of forced polite workplace togetherness in back-patting, self-congratulations, hurried verbal masturbation and sweaty boardroom Powerpoint orgies.
Or as a colleague said it "it's a workplace circle jerk". This slight cynicism combined with sharp observation earns her r-e-s-p-e-c-t.
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