Mmmm...Donuts.
I just finished packing a box of junk from my desk. Hee hee.
Three days to go, and bam – I’m outta here. But before I go I promised I’d explain the importance of bringing donuts on your last day.
Now, some would say that donuts are the ultimate workplace celebration tool. They’re cheap, they’re portable, they’re popular, and they pack enough sugar and fat to get just about anyone through the morning.
Ah, but donuts can also be a sign. Here’s how:
1) Buy a dozen of your favorites – glazed, maple bars, you name it.
2) Get a small tube of white icing.
3) In your very best penmanship, carefully write “Kiss My Ass” in icing on each of those deep-fried beauties.
Why, what better way to tell your boss what you think of him than with Conversation Heart Donuts? With any luck, the fact that there are free pastries available will make up for the fact that you just insulted him to his face.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I always make it a point to take a box of KMA donuts to work on our last days of our jobs. Oh, sure – it may not REALLY say KMA in icing, but in our minds? It’s etched into those fritters in powdered sugar goodness. You may not be able to see it, but we all know it’s there.
So this Friday AM after I leave the gym I’ll run by the local donut emporium and pick up a dozen of their freshest crullers for my co-workers. I’ll be the best parting present I can leave them (along with the huge stack of documentation I’ve been writing for the past week, that is).
Whether they’ll say KMA on them for real or not is yet to be seen. I guess it all depends on how the next two days go.
Maybe they’ll imaginarily say “Thanks for everything and best wishes to each and every one of you in the future.”
Nah. That’s too long; I’d risk a cramp. Let’s stick with the acronym. And a large bag of sprinkles.
Three days to go, and bam – I’m outta here. But before I go I promised I’d explain the importance of bringing donuts on your last day.
Now, some would say that donuts are the ultimate workplace celebration tool. They’re cheap, they’re portable, they’re popular, and they pack enough sugar and fat to get just about anyone through the morning.
Ah, but donuts can also be a sign. Here’s how:
1) Buy a dozen of your favorites – glazed, maple bars, you name it.
2) Get a small tube of white icing.
3) In your very best penmanship, carefully write “Kiss My Ass” in icing on each of those deep-fried beauties.
Why, what better way to tell your boss what you think of him than with Conversation Heart Donuts? With any luck, the fact that there are free pastries available will make up for the fact that you just insulted him to his face.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I always make it a point to take a box of KMA donuts to work on our last days of our jobs. Oh, sure – it may not REALLY say KMA in icing, but in our minds? It’s etched into those fritters in powdered sugar goodness. You may not be able to see it, but we all know it’s there.
So this Friday AM after I leave the gym I’ll run by the local donut emporium and pick up a dozen of their freshest crullers for my co-workers. I’ll be the best parting present I can leave them (along with the huge stack of documentation I’ve been writing for the past week, that is).
Whether they’ll say KMA on them for real or not is yet to be seen. I guess it all depends on how the next two days go.
Maybe they’ll imaginarily say “Thanks for everything and best wishes to each and every one of you in the future.”
Nah. That’s too long; I’d risk a cramp. Let’s stick with the acronym. And a large bag of sprinkles.
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