"I'd probably hit it."

According to reports, Bates and a few of her closest girlfriends ventured down to South Carolina’s fabulous Myrtle Beach, and while there, was repeatedly overlooked by the drunken men they were trying to land in the bars and on the beaches of the so-called “Grand Strand.”

Rejection after rejection followed margarita after margarita, leaving Bates scared and confused by the shocking reversal of romantic fortune.

At home, in Boink-Town, she could have any man in the office (except of course for Jack, who Carla assumes is gay because he doesn’t hit on her, but as it turns out is only happily married), but on vacation, she can’t even get a grin from the waiters. The experience has left Bates shaken and disturbed…a hard lesson learned, and all harsh symptoms of “office hot.”

As you might assume, the phenomenon that experts call “office hot” is a situation in which coworkers find themselves surrounded by a limited pool of individuals for forty or more hours a week and gradually begin to shrug off the notions of what they would normally consider “attractive” in a non-work environment and begin to “settle” for what they have to choose from on their respective cubicle farms. It turns out that the human mind will try to find anything at all appealing about work and so will “trick” a person into believing that a coworker is hot as a mental defense and escape from the dullness and crappiness of the routine workday.

For those like Bates who become the object of such illusions, they find their self-esteem artificially inflated and come to believe that they are a big fish that can swim in any pond (metaphorically speaking of course) only to find that once they leave the comfort of the workplace, they might as well put a bag on their head and wear dirty sweatpants because “they ain’t got it.”