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?'