you tell him, and I will smack you. I will smack you like a bad, bad donkey, ok?
I'm extra special moody today. no, it's not that time of the month. I just haven't gotten any sleep in, oh, SEVEN MONTHS. So you'll have to forgive my little rant. or not. whatever. I don't give a shit.
So, you may or may not know that I work for my parents. It's fun. I don't recommend trying it. EVER. Well, maybe if you like constantly wanting to beat the crap out of certain male relatives, but it's generally considered not to be a good idea. I digress. My point here is to complain about a specific incidence of workplace annoyance.
So... every workplace has that place, you know... that place, where community food goes, like brownies that people have brought in from home to share. anything in that place is fair game and for eating by everyone. But food in someone's drawer, ESPECIALLY the receptionist's drawer, is not for you to help yourself to unless you ARE THE RECEPTIONIST! And to all you people who would steal the receptionist's candy, I WILL SMACK YOUR HAND AWAY FROM THE CANDY LIKE THE NAUGHTY LITTLE CANDY-STEALER YOU ARE!!!!
Plus, I gain some sick joy from smacking the man who told me what to do when i was a child. Is that so wrong?