The company that donated my prize was one of the ones I applied to this summer. Funny turn of things, huh? I was mad at them for not calling me, now I feel a bit more even.
Then today while I was telling 50 people that I was not interested in trading my door prize for the polo shirt they won, the vegetarian nerd got a huge package with a tin of cookies inside. Butter cookies... five pounds of them! He said he got a similar package last year, but only ate one because he doesn't really like butter cookies. Figures. The poor guy has been sick all week, he looks even more skinny and pale than normal. I keep feeling sorry for him, and thinking in my head that I'd like to take him home and cover him up and feed him a steak or some pork chops or something.
So anyway, I probably ate like a pound of butter cookies today, it was so bad. But they were awesome! And people kept coming by and trying to resist them but all efforts failed. At one point all of us in the cube were so mad at ourselves we closed the lid and put a pile of papers and a three-hole punch on top of it, but it didn't work, a visitor came and had to open it and take one and we all fell into eating again.