So we have an Admin. Asst., “Ellen,” who’s the heart of our department. It is she who circulates birthday cards and sends flowers if your dad dies and puts balloons in your office if you’re retiring. You know the type. She is also the implementer and owner of the Community Candy Jar (CCJ). We love the candy jar.
I’ll visit the CCJ once, sometimes twice a day if I’m feeling really naughty. If it’s filled with the good stuff (chocolate) I’ll limit myself to one. If it’s the 2nd tier candy (Mary Janes or Tootsie Rolls) I might take two. But, having not been raised in a barn, I never take more than that. It’s a community candy jar, for pete’s sake. I also occasionally contribute money to the CCJ fund and/or personally bring in bags of candy to fill the jar. Ellen has never asked anyone for money, but anyone with half a brain would realize that candy for 30 people isn’t cheap, and will toss in a buck or two into the candy jar every now and then. And all is good.
Anywho, the CCJ was a source of good will and joy for Ellen (and for all of us) for years, until about 6 months ago. That’s when Steve started in our department. Steve is a nice guy except for one glaring flaw: He’s a CCJ pig. By pig, I mean that Steve doesn’t limit himself to one or two pieces a day. He doesn’t even limit himself to a dozen pieces a day. No, he has the audacity to take HANDFULS of candy SEVERAL times a day. At first it was kind of funny. “What’s up with the new guy?” Then it became annoying and finally it’s become “a problem,” even to Ellen who has a realllllllllly long fuse. Today was the last straw.
The jar had been 3/4 filled with 2nd tier candy when I came in this morning, armed with 2 bags of Dove Dark Miniatures, which besides being a darn fine little treat, happens to be Ellen’s favorite candy. (What can I say? I’m a suck-up.) Ellen filled the remaining 1/4 of the jar with the Dove bars and then shook it up a bit to mix up the candy.
After we filled the jar, Steve sauntered over for his early early morning visit to the CCJ, as opposed to his mid early morning visit. As per usual, Steve grabbed a handful of candy. He then said, “Ooh, Dove bars! Those are my favorite.” Ellen replied, “Mine, too.” A half hour later, she returned from a bathroom break to find Steve pilfering through the jar again. But instead of just grabbing the usual handful, he was actually picking through the jar and only taking the Dove bars. Which are $2.50 for a bag of 25. Which Ellen had just told him were HER favorites.
What the hell is wrong with some people? How can one person be so self-centered? He is a Band III manager, which means he makes THREE times what Ellen makes. We have a fully stocked C store, which carries every candy bar you could ever want. What excuse could anyone have for showing such ill manners, for not exercising basic courtesy to his co-worker? Does he think that Ellen is such a schlep that she doesn’t mind forking out hundreds of dollars each year to keep him in candy?
Eve was so livid that she has vowed to dispense with the CCJ because of one greedy pig. Honestly, we don’t blame her. Thanks, Steve.