I like chocolate with candied ginger–my favorite. Raw ginger might be. . .interesting.
What choo talkin’ 'bout Willis? Chocolate covered ginger is the food of the gods. It is possibly the best thing EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVAR.
Clearly, yer mental…
I loves me some chocolate ginger…
P.S. Lets just skip the comments about my IRL name, K…
Oh yeah, well, I can see yer nuts.
If a mod wanted to put a ] in there, I wouldn’t mind.
It’s not like I get paid for it, though… 
Last Kiss
Oh where, oh where, can my chocolate be?
Siege took it away from me.
She’s got a bad knee, so I got to be sweet
So I can get more chocolate when she’s back on her feet.
On the plus side, siege, you’ve got some great friends who are watching out for you and were willing to do your shopping.
It’s possible that the complaining coworker buys a bag of chocolates every week with the intention of bringing them in to fill your jar, but somehow the bag never makes it to work. That’s what would happen to any bag of cholcolates I bought.
You know you have our undying gratitude, don’t you?
I’ve noticed that crisp $20s work better. American money, of course, not that funny Canadian stuff.
Go easy, folks. My coworker’s not all that bad and it’s a nice company. In fact, I started this thread as much because I thought you’d be amused by it as because I was a trifle ticked off. On the other hand, she would choose to comment on the low supply when I was facing the fact that I did need at least a loaf of bread and something to eat for breakfast. As it was, a minimal shopping trip was about all my knee could take. I did, however, eat the last kiss early Tuesday morning!
Laina_f, I love the parody. Me, I’ve had Meatloaf’s “One Last Kiss” running through my head when I think about the situation.
It’s funny. A few years ago, I was sent out to a client who had never used my employer before. It was to be a 3 or 4 month assignment, and I was told to keep them happy. Since I am not above shameless bribery and I passed a doughnut shop on my way to work, I took to turning up on Fridays with a dozen doughnuts. The “3 or 4 month” assignment turned into 16 months. There, however, people would give me money for doughnuts every so often.
My mother also asked me to bring in 2 week old homemade chocolate chip cookies to work once since she wanted to get rid of them. Sure enough, they were gone by noon. I also disposed of 8 dozen cookies I got in a cookie exchange this past Christmas by taking them into work. I’ve discovered that locusts have nothing on hungry coworkers, at least not when sweets are involved!
As for the knee, the guys are coming over tonight to do their laundry and mine and take me shopping for the heavy stuff I couldn’t get on Monday. I do hate these stupid crutches. :sigh:
CJ
OooohhhHH! I have the complain-about-the-selection cow-orker too!!
She doesn’t like chocolate with mint, she doesn’t like chocolate with peanut butter, she doesn’t like hard candy, etc, etc, etc. She actually came to my office once, asked me for candy (I don’t keep it out, I keep it in a desk drawer and people come asking for it ‘cause everyone knows I have it), turned her nose up at Reese’s PB Cups so I opened the sack of Jolly Ranchers. She took two, unwrapped one, put it in her mouth, said “oh, I don’t like this one” spit it out, unwrapped the second one, put it in her mouth, said “oh, this one is bad too” and spit it out. I do not control my candy flow, my loving father mails me candy. I do not control my candy selection, my LF mails me candy. Of course I take the good stuff home. Caramello bar…home, Dark Chocolate slab o’ sweet, bitter love…home. Andes mints…hide in the back of the desk drawer so they disappear at a slower rate. If you don’t like my candy policy…get your own candy dish or go raid someone else’s. The big kicker is that we have a grocery budget and a standing grocery delivery. The cow-orker in question is authorized to purchase candy for the express purpose of distibuting it as a reward for employee participation in certain events. She controls the amount and type of candy present in my workplace.