Two co-workers sit to my right, and we talk about... something, I forget now. There is coffee, and notebooks, it must be a meeting, in the windowless conference room. Then the long-term consultant, seated across the table, asks us something, and I'm the only one who knows. Conversation turns to just how damn smart I am, the classes I have taken, the stuff I have learned independently, my IQ and SAT scores and MENSA membership, blahblahblah. If you stroke your own ego, is it ego masturbation? If so, this was a big vain IQ Pride Wet Dream.