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Monday, August 14, 2006

Uh, I need that back

The other day, a coworker was sobbing all day over her boyfriend breaking up with her, so I gave her some nice chocolate. Chocolate is always appropriate in these situations and it seemed to stem the tears a bit. Then, a couple days later, Mr. Man came crawling back. Happy happy joy joy and all that.

Question: Can I ask for the chocolate back?

9 Comments:

At 3:12 PM, Blogger Twinkie said...

Miss Manners would say no, but Twinkie would say, "Just wait until she leaves her desk and swipe it... Be sure to wipe your mouth and check your teeth for evidence." ;-)

 
At 5:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

start crying, see if she gives it back :-P

 
At 10:35 PM, Blogger Green-Eyed Girl said...

Twinkie, I'm all about good manners, but not above stealing -- if nobody is looking.

Sally, spread the word -- there is no crying at work.

 
At 12:17 AM, Blogger Angela said...

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At 12:19 AM, Blogger Matt Kohai said...

The beauty of chocolate: unlike diamonds, gold or oil, it's not a limited resource. Just get more! I'm shocked that you don't keep a reserve supply for emergencies... ;-)

 
At 8:43 AM, Blogger NWO said...

God this is funny! I love a scheming mind!

 
At 1:16 PM, Blogger Green-Eyed Girl said...

Damn, she's crying again. WTF? I gave her the damned chocolate (all gone, I missed my chance). Now I have to go get more for her and for me -- she's stressing me out. Anybody need anything while I'm out?

 
At 1:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't cry at work. The worst thing I ever did was start a food fight @ my old company....Yes, I did it, it was me.


The end of every month, our company would buy about 10 enormous sheet cakes, half of vanilla, half chocolate. It used to always bother me the way certain people would shark around the cakes (and it wasn't their friggin birthday) so...

One month there was a swarm of people around this one chocolate cake. I don't know what I was thinking, but I ran over to the nearest chocolate sheet cake, grabbed a huge handful and lobbed it into the crowd. I ran out of the break room (surprisingly) undetected, my hand covered in brown frosting.


I made a beeline for the ladies, washed my grubby paw, and went back to my desk. It was about 30 minutes later that the site director sent out a company email -- NO MORE CAKE.
The break room was destroyed. Cake everywhere. A massive food fight ensued, and nobody ever knew how it started......

Maybe it'd be better if I could cry at work....

 
At 2:16 AM, Blogger Matt Kohai said...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG Sally, that sounds SOOOOO like something you'd do!!! HR should've known better when they took you in from the streets... ;-) And you got away with it, too! Damn...

 

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