UPDATE: Monday this week cow orker went home early. Later in the day the boss stepped out of the office for a few. A very rare thing. This was when I happened to notice the box of chocolates over by the shipping table. “It’s on motherfuckers,” I said. I grabbed the box and took every remaining piece. The chocolates went on a plate and out to my car. I disposed of the box in the outside trash so there would be no evidence.
Revenge. Justice. Victory.
You see a coworker take a piece of office candy. You grab an Uzi and gun them down. Sorry, that’s a note to file. That sort of infraction goes on your permanent record. Go back three spaces.
—Candy Banned playing card
Last week I came in to work one morning and cow orker was abuzz with excitement. She even said “good morning” in violation of office protocol forcing me to grunt in response on the way to my desk.
What could possibly have her so worked up I asked myself out of boredom in sheer desperation. I could care less and forgot the whole thing. But then, unbidden, she explained it to me anyway.
“We got another one!” she exuberated breathlessly. “Another one!”
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