Paint this picture in your head:
You are the oldest kid and your mom has left the house for a few minutes. You are in charge and you know you've got to be good while mom's gone. Meanwhile all of your younger siblings have gotten bored and come to you to solve their problem. With all the logic of a well-behaved 7 year old you realize that they can all help you make some cookies because the cookie jar is empty! It's in the middle of the mess that creates itself within minutes of that moment that your senses suddenly perk up and you hear, in the midst of the chaos, clutter of cup and teaspoon measurers, and flour scooping, the sound of the key in the door. Before you know it, and while all your younger siblings carry on in uninterrupted, ignorant bliss, your head fatefully turns toward the door. Nevermind the voice inside your brain that is screaming at you just like you do during the horror movies, where you can talk all you want but you know it's all for nothing. Your mother is standing in the doorway. There's more light behind her than there is in the kitchen, which should make it hard to see her face, but you've already made a very strong eye contact and no amount of shade can hide the look of disappointment on her face.She expressly told you to keep it clean.
That's exactly how I felt at work on Friday. Substitute "boss" for "mom," "co-workers" for "siblings" and "the electrician drilling stuff above the heads of my co-workers where they were doing what they were, 'supposed' to be doing, which made everyone nervous" for "getting bored" and you pretty much have an idea of what happened to me on Friday at work.
And, yes, the cookie dough in question was chocolate chip.
http://thesweettoothfairy.com/Menu_Everyday.aspx
You are the oldest kid and your mom has left the house for a few minutes. You are in charge and you know you've got to be good while mom's gone. Meanwhile all of your younger siblings have gotten bored and come to you to solve their problem. With all the logic of a well-behaved 7 year old you realize that they can all help you make some cookies because the cookie jar is empty! It's in the middle of the mess that creates itself within minutes of that moment that your senses suddenly perk up and you hear, in the midst of the chaos, clutter of cup and teaspoon measurers, and flour scooping, the sound of the key in the door. Before you know it, and while all your younger siblings carry on in uninterrupted, ignorant bliss, your head fatefully turns toward the door. Nevermind the voice inside your brain that is screaming at you just like you do during the horror movies, where you can talk all you want but you know it's all for nothing. Your mother is standing in the doorway. There's more light behind her than there is in the kitchen, which should make it hard to see her face, but you've already made a very strong eye contact and no amount of shade can hide the look of disappointment on her face.She expressly told you to keep it clean.
That's exactly how I felt at work on Friday. Substitute "boss" for "mom," "co-workers" for "siblings" and "the electrician drilling stuff above the heads of my co-workers where they were doing what they were, 'supposed' to be doing, which made everyone nervous" for "getting bored" and you pretty much have an idea of what happened to me on Friday at work.
And, yes, the cookie dough in question was chocolate chip.
http://thesweettoothfairy.com/Menu_Everyday.aspx
Comments