Yes, the title looks the way I want it to.
We have this little thing at the company I work for called spirit. I can’t talk about it too much without getting in trouble. We have a certain group of people called the Spirit Team. It’s their job to come up with activites to keep us energetic and motivated. One of the things that they came up with is “Pass the Spirit.” It’s a little thing that they made with like confetti or something. I jokingly refer to it as the “Spirit Explosion.” The point is that if you notice someone is having a bad day, you’re supposed to pass the spirit on to them. They’ve been doing it since November, and some people have had the spirit several times. Not me, though. Apparently, I’m so full of spirit that I don’t need it… or some shit like that.
Well, Thursday was pretty shitty, and some one noticed, so Thursday night, before they left, they passed the spirit on to me.
See?
Maybe it got to my head…
So at the end of the day, yesterday, I passed it on to a gal who was working her last day.
Hmmm… dunno if that was the right thing to do…
Someday, we’ll fix the colors on this site so that it’ll be easier to read…
*looks off into distance*
…someday…
Okay. Before I start, I have to apologize. A few days ago I said that I would have a new entry up, and every time I started to write, something came up… A few things, I should probably not talk about (it’s good, but it doesn’t belong in a blog).
So here’s what I had planned to say a few days ago.
Someone is fucking with my head.
A few months ago at work, when I walked up to my desk after a break, I saw some candy on my desk. Someone left those Goetze’s Creme Filled Caramels… you know… these things…
I didn’t see who put them there…
I wanted to know who left them there so that I could say “thank you’ to them. I think it’d be rude of me to eat them without saying thank you, and I wanted whoever put them there to know that I appreciated it.
Well, the idea seemed funny to the people who sit around me that it was driving me crazy that I didn’t know who left me the candy.
Finally after about two weeks, and after a lot (and I mean a lot) of asking around, I found out who left them there, and thanked them… and let them know that they made me a little crazy.
We had a good laugh, and I went back to my desk and ate them, very happy and content.
About a month ago… another tasty treat appeared on my desk.
Chocolate covered oreos.
Yum. Well, the first person I asked was the gal who left the caramels on my desk. She denied it, and I believed her. I went crazy running up and down aisles and asking everyone who left them there. No one owned up to it.
I had too much work to do that day, so I just gave them away, because I didn’t want to find who left them there. It’d take too much time.
Well, this past Wednesday, it happened again. This time it was peanut butter cups.
I frantically asked around and no one owned up to it. I got frustrated. Everyone was saying, “Dan, You have a secret admirer.”
I seriously doubt that. ^_^
Finally, I got fed up. I was now angry. I have a strong feeling that someone who sits near me is doing it just to see my frustration. It’s not worth it, so I said that the next time it happens, I’m just giving it away. No questions asked. No acknowledgement.
I can appreciate a good joke. I really can, but there’s a point where a joke stops being funny, and you have to let the person in on it.
To quote Shatner… “It hasn’t happened yet…”
…fuckers…