Last night, to my sheer delight, there were tooty fruity candy canes at work. I can't stand regular mint candy canes. I like the blue and green and yellow striped ones.
I can't open a candy cane to save my life. So there it was, almost 7:00. I just want to open my damn candy cane. It was a bad night, my one trainee had driven me to insanity ONCE AGAIN, and I just wanted to have my candy cane....
I struggled and struggled, and eventually outbursted "Someone come open this for me!" and a coworker stopped by, gingerly peeled, and it opened.
I won't be living that one down anytime soon.
I can't open a candy cane to save my life. So there it was, almost 7:00. I just want to open my damn candy cane. It was a bad night, my one trainee had driven me to insanity ONCE AGAIN, and I just wanted to have my candy cane....
I struggled and struggled, and eventually outbursted "Someone come open this for me!" and a coworker stopped by, gingerly peeled, and it opened.
I won't be living that one down anytime soon.

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