At my job, it's no secret that the two divisions comprising the company, administration and laboratory production, are constantly at odds; the production team is infamous for organizing lunchtime pitch-ins and "forgetting" to invite those on the other side of the building. It's kind of like West Side Story, only instead the Jets and Sharks snapping their fingers menacingly in city parking lots, you have confirmations and extractions grilling ten pounds of chicken on the breakroom patio with no intention of sharing.
To retaliate, client services decided to host a little shindig of their own (of course, they neglected to spread the word to the rest of us as well; the vicious cycle, she continues!) and generously invited me to sample a piece of their chocolate éclair cake. Turns out another fellow joined in the fun and was too hot and bothered by the seduction of mid-day dessert to even think of plates and appropriate utensils. No siree, he just dipped his index finger into the crevice of the serving spoon AND LICKED IT IN MY PRESENCE, which in turn forced me to attack the cakey éclair goodness with my dollar-store fork and knife and scurry back to my corner of the universe before someone questioned my blatant disregard for Iron Chef cutlery.
Why anyone would want to escape corporate America I'll never know. The blog fodder alone is priceless.
It can also provide a buoyant conclusion to a very long week.
Thank you all so much for your kind words and prayers. They mean more than you know.