I wrongfully thought that my last two weeks at work would go alright. Not perfectly, but maybe alright. How very, very innocent of me.

Since they have discovered I am leaving, it is even more reason to take advantage of me. And since I have absolutely no leverage since I am leaving I, for the most part, put up with it and count the minutes/hours/nano-seconds until I leave.

But, this afternoon, right before lunch, someone ticked me off beyond belief. I proceeded to slam shut my doors, blare turn up my music and pound feverishly at my keyboard. Everyone knows I am mad when they hear the sound of typing keys THROUGH the door and THROUGH the music.

After I calmed myself down, I devised a lovely plan for a silent, but deadly revenge on all those who cross me. Since I work in a office of PMSing cows, I knew this would be far better than yelling at them or making them eat carrot sticks for a week.

My boss had a bag of double chocolate kisses on her desk and was kindly offering them to anyone who would eat them. They are milk chocolate on top, with cute little dark chocolate bottoms. (I happen to loathe milk chocolate.) I confiscated the bag, bit off all the dark chocolate bottoms, rewrapped the kisses and them oh-so-charitably passed them from desk to desk.

It took them awhile to catch on, until one person either:

a. noticed the slight tooth marks (though I carefully licked the bottoms to work those out)

or

b. noticed the lack of dark chocolate on these double chocolate kisses.

Either way. The looks on their faces when I told them I cannot stand to eat milk chocolate but I would hate to have wasted the rest of that chocolate was more priceless than a MasterCard ad.



As you can imagine, they are the ones now counting the nanoseconds until I leave.