So, some of you may have read that I made a semi-complete and utter fool out of myself at work yesterday.
Well, vengence was mine today. (Well sort of, in that non-violent kind of way.)
Every week they have a drawing and the winner gets /Dr. Evil/$50, /Dr. Evil/ which while it may only enable someone to go to the movies twice or to buy about 1/2 of a carton of cigarettes in NYC, is still a nice thing. normally the drawing is on Friday, but since there aren’t going to be very many orders tomorrow, all of the seasonal people in the multi-packing dept at L.L. Bean have tomorrow off. Without pay, ofcourse.
Anyway, I was standing talking with a co-worker, actually it was the woman, Charity that I kinda like, and she said, “You think it’s gonna be you.”
I said, “If it is, then I’ll kiss you.”
So, last weeks winner dipped his hand into the cardboard box, pulled out a card and handed it to the front-line supervisor, who said," And the winning employee number is: 6-----(I thought, yeah, but there are a few people with that for a first digit besides me)-----0-----6------3-----(Now I thought, there is no f’ing way that this is happening. Part of me actually started half-hoping that it wouldn’t be my number 'cause I had no idea how I would handle the whole kissing Charity thing.)---------2."
Did I handle my “victory” calmly and with the proper respect and decorum?
Of course I did.
Ben thrusts his arms skyward ala Homer and cries out, "Woo-hoo!!!, then goes around taunting the other employees for not winning.
Actually I didn’t do that last part.
Of course there is still the matter of kissing Charity.