There’s a conspiracy a foot in my workplace.
From a healthy offering of Fruit Pastilles, Starbursts, chocolate bars, Malteasers, and fresh-baked cookies, we’ve now been reduced to eight—count ‘em eight—health/energy bars, fresh fruit, and lite potato chips. The only remnant of our café’s former glory is a handful of black currant English Starbursts.
This is enough to make one consider quitting.
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