Once a month I arrive at work and find the breezeway full of donuts. Seriously. Three large boxes [perhaps three feet by two feet] and two small dozen boxes sit there, taunting me. I can smell their fresh goodness before I even get to the door. Since the latest reorg we’re now also required to put in mandatory overtime through the end of the year. Merry Christmas.
The icing on the cake of course, is the fact that I can no longer keep track of BFD while I’m at work, because it keeps getting zero sized replies coming through the firewall. Either that or George has blocked our IP. Granted, I probably shouldn’t surf the internet while at work, but since my coworkers can play solitaire, computer chess, do crossword puzzles or read the PD while at work, I don’t feel so bad. I am also sick of people who drive the speed limit or slower in the fast lane of the interstate. Passing on the inside is legal in Ohio, but often not possible, since slower drivers who actually know what they are doing drive the same speed in the other lanes. I think that covers it. I feel a bit better now.
I am going to a Notre Dame football game this weekend though, and I’ll have the chance to eat at CJ’s again and have the best burger in existence. I should probably try to take a picture of it for FoodGoat.