Sorry it's late. :)
So I was at work, doing my thing, working on a spreadsheet, listening to music, not paying attention to the conversation going on in the cubicles around me.
And that was my first mistake.
Helpful Ninja Tip: Always eavesdrop on the conversations around you.
Anyway, one of the guys across from me handles all the polo shirt orders for people who want shirts with our work logo on it, which is pretty cool. Unfortunately, the company who makes them tends to mess up the orders quite a bit, and then people come complain to shirt guy. These conversations are pretty boring. Usually.
A girl had ordered a shirt, but they got the color wrong. It is bright scarlet. It might glow in the dark. So shirt guy had re-ordered her shirt, and she's like, "I don't want this one." and shirt guy said, "So give it to someone who does."
and then she said, "Corbeau, you're a medium aren't you?"
and I said, "Uh?"
"You're a medium right?"
"Yes" I said
"You can't just give her a shirt, make her do something for it." Said shirt guy, who likes giving me a hard time.
"Hmmm" pondered the girl, "Very well. You may have this shirt if you tell me what it is you're chewing on."
"A honey stick." I replied. (I've gotten hooked on these. I have a bad habit of chewing on my fingers, so I always try and have something else on hand to chew. I don't really like gum, so now I chew on honey sticks. They're tasty.)
She tossed the shirt to me.
I, surprised, because I hadn't really been paying attention, looked at my new really bright red shirt.
"No no no, that's way too easy." Shirt guy complained.
"Corbeau, aren't you good at baking?" Asked the girl who sits across from me, my cubicle neighbor.
"I can make brownies, and cakes mostly."
This made them all excited, and by the time they had finished one-upping each other they had decided that I should bring in a multi-layer round cake. White, with fresh berry topping for frosting. The next day.
I said, "No. I have no idea how to make that. I don't have time to learn, heck I don't even time to go to the grocery store. I'll bring cookies."
They were still happy with that, even though it's not a super-cake, because it was still free baked goods to pay for my shirt.
Unfortunately, my evil oven burned all the cookies, so I brought brownies instead. They were good.
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6 comments:
Good thing you had a back up plan.
Did you tell the other office ninjas the saga of the oven or did you lie and tell them you actually made the brownies? Just curious ;)And if you told the truth, do you still have to bring in baked goods that you made yourself?
...and do you actually have to WEAR the shirt?
Hey, I did actually make those brownies. With a little help from my friend Ms. Crocker.
I might wear the shirt. If everything else is dirty.
Or I need to distract an angry bull.
Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to slight your cooking ability--I thought you bought pre-baked brownies.
Don't wear the shirt on your next visit to Spain, k?
Ha, it's cool. After the cookie fiasco, my cooking abilities probably need some slighting. :)
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