Okay, normally getting boo’d is a bad thing but this was in the best possible way. I arrived at work this morning at my usual time, which tends to be earlier than most. I like to have a few quiet moments to get my head into the game. About forty-five minutes later, EI rolled in, eyes wide.
“There’s something hanging on the door,” she whispered.
“What is it?” I asked, half-expecting that some ill-mannered miscreant had there expectorated some noxious bodily gel or other.
EI reached outside and drew in a gift bag containing the treats you see in the photo along with an explanatory note. I had been Boo’d. Some mysterious colleague had chosen me as a recipient of today’s treat. There was also a small sign to post on my door indicating that I have been Boo’d. I am, in turn, to create two copies of the note, fill two bags with treats, and choose two colleagues who have not yet been Boo’d.
Can I just say that I love getting Boo’d? Mondays have their own brand of suck-itude and I can’t think of a nicer way to ease into the week. As for my mysterious colleague? Who but my girl Miz O Postrophe would know that Twix are my favorite? And precious few people know my ‘saltines’ story, I’ll keep it that way, thank you very much.
Now…who am I going to Boo?