We had a place for the staff called the Board Room where we would talk about how the place should be run (and about the posters behind their backs of course).
One night Sly and I started debating a warning (not an infraction, but a warning). This started before 11pm on a Saturday night and when it ended, the sun was coming up. Norcal had gone to bed when we started and came back after a night's sleep, with a comment of "No......f******.......way."