Spy Games...

What is it about working in an office that makes me start to fantasize about Mission Impossible? Am I bored? Why do I try and think up ways to get in or get out through air ducts... am I insecure? Or is it just the kooky part of me that gets restless when I spend most of my time alone with myself in a cubicle? At least I'm not pretending this is Alias, coz that would be messy and confusing although I do get bad music stuck in my head... huh.