Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Workplace doughnut betrayal: Revelling in my victim status

What's in the box? Crumbs and empty dreams, that's what.
This is a box of doughnuts, except IT IS NOT.
 
Brought into work on Monday by one of my lovely colleagues. Recognising the fact that some of us work split weekends, a note was left "Leave two (one each) for Vikas and Alistair".

THEY DID NOT.

Despite this heinous act of BETRAYAL, I am not naming names, but am instead revelling in my victim status through the medium of a really sad cup of tea.

It is - of course - a timely reminder that I own Swiss Army Axe, and despite retaining my crutches, I am still more than capable of running amok should the situation demand.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.
*Deep breaths*

Here's a nice picture of a kitten.

5 comments:

TRT said...

It's the thought that counts.

Emma Denyer said...

If only Interflora did donuts...

Zimmer said...

All your donut belong us...

Flaxen Saxon said...

You could set the building alight on the offchance that some of the miscreants undergo a vigorous singe.

Trainer John said...

Don't worry, they'd have been crunchy, not chewy by the time they got round to you.

Donut foresake me oh my darling.