2 days of baking, dipping and rolling in nuts (the cookies you sickos, not me) CMED and I ended up with approximately 22 dozen delicious cookies. So. I brought some in to the office to share with all the wierdos I work with. Thursday, 5:30 pm, the division Christmas party has come and gone and with it several bottles of wine.
A random dude who I work with meanders over towards my cube...I thought to drop something off to my neighbor. NOPE. He keeps on coming. "Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for the cookies, those were great!" Me: "hey, glad you liked them!" Him: Plants a kiss on my forehead! HUH? Since when is the work appropriate thank you for someone bringing cookies a kiss? I was sitting down thank god, or it might have landed somewhere else.
A. Don't enter my cube space unless invited.
2. It's not like I only baked them for him and delivered them in an elf costume. They were at the communal holiday bar (as the ladies who set it up each day like to call it)
C. I say hi to him in the hall, we are definitely not up to hugging, touching, any sort of ilicit embracing status.
DAMN YOU MARTHA STEWART AND YOUR CHOCOLATE DIPPED ALMOND COOKIES.
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