Thursday, December 13, 2012

Oh, the power.


Yesterday we were off to see one of the agencies who we work with to take them some Christmas cheer.

One of my team was putting together a box of goodies that looked sensational. It was stuffed full of: chocolates, marshmellow Santas, strawberries, blueberries - basically it was a box of fun.

I casually wafted by her desk with the absolute intention of relieving the basket of (just the one, Your Honour) a chocolate.

I was surreptitiously slipping my hand into the basket when I hear from the across the office, 'Fuck off out of my Christmas basket, Lastname!'

I laughed like a drain and turned to her, 'You really don't care that I sign off on your invoices, do you?'


3 comments:

Jo said...

It whiffs of corruption, alright :)

laughykate said...

Oh yeah, Jo!

laughykate said...

Oh yeah, Jo!