I got in this morning to see a small bag of chocolates sitting on my desk. Asked my coworker about it and she said that since everyone in the "contractor's triangle" had their "stockings" filled (small stockings for each of them at their desk, I'm guessing), and I don't sit over there so I wouldn't get any, she dropped off a few chocolates for me.
Nice to come in to. :)
Thanks, Chris.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Grief
Grief is a silent, indisious destroyer. Grief is a noisy explosion. Grief is a dark, dank pit with no way out. Grief is huge and overwhel...
-
Saw this pic and I HAD TO post it here for Tom, just in case he didn't see it elsewhere. Hope this brightens your day a bit, buddy - an...
-
Well, so to speak. I'm back to work (week 2!) and, due to some things around home that need attending, Kev stayed home this week. So, ...
-
I realized last night that I'm getting just a teeny little taste of what the people deployed to Iraq have to be feeling. For some reaso...
No comments:
Post a Comment