I’m back in the office today, and I discovered a box of Belgium chocolates on my desk from one of my male coworkers.
No, not from Yellow. It’s never from the one you’d like it to be from.
They’re from the most annoying guy in the office, the workaholic who doesn’t date because he’s at work all the time (in fact, I think he’s a 7 on the sliding sexuality scale, but he’s got a picture of George and Laura Bush in his office, so I feel he may be sexually repressed in his leanings toward boys).
In any case, I’m really, really, hoping he got *everybody* in the office some Belgium chocolates. Or, knowing him, all of the *women* in the office some Belgium chocolates.
I’m just trying to figure out what the hell to do with these things. I guess I’ll put it in the “food items that can’t live in my house so Jenn will take them over to her colleagues” pile.
I’ve also gotten a summons to Denver for next week: I’ll be in meetings there the 5-6th and again for a daytrip on the 12th (happy birthday to me) for the project “kickoff.”
Wow. Working for a living is really gonna suck.
