It's my party...

Jan 07, 2009 16:23

So, Christmas, two weeks ago. I brought a 1 kilogram box of Marks & Spencer's Belgian Chocolates back from my parents. (The tin's A4 in area, and two layers of biscuits deep.)

It was my birthday last week, so I brought the unopened tin into the office.

My manager has concluded that it was a special birthday. You know, one of the ones with a zero in it. Because I'm not normally generous. This may demonstrate why I'm not normally generous.
Was it a big number? By now I'm feeling obstreperous. So no. It's two digits, about the same size as any other number. Well, depending on the font you used (the sub-text being "go away, it's none of your business. Stop annoying me.") Some of the others in the office started commenting that it wasn't (because, you see, they actually paid attention before Christmas, when we had this conversation). They also cottoned on to me being grumpy, and got out of the way so as to not interfere with my sarcasm.

More conversation today, from somebody else:
Them: Was it a big birthday?
Me: No, just the regular two digits.
Them: *Looks at the size of the tin* Oooh. Must have had a zero in it.
Me: Well, yes. But that's in front of the two digits.

Well, there you go. I'm forever young. Must be. They've told me so.

In dafter areas

http://notalwaysright.com/thisisspyware/1371

work, idiots

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