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.