So in my adventures at work occasionally something cool happens like, my partner in crime at work and I get tickets to the spring training game going on across the street from work simply because it’s a Monday and we are the first ones to say yes. Now a event like this doesn’t happen often and when it does I must gloat (as I know any number of my “friends” would do) to the schmucks still at work in their offices.
First the picture I sent… and then a selection of txt responses I got… Sans name first person to figure out who sent what gets a six pack of Nilla Wafers and first hit off the next keg of homebrew.
For context here is the message that went with my picture…
Subject: God I hate my life;
My asshole boss gave me tickets to a spring training and told me to go… the ass!
And now for the contestants….
“Gloater…I hope you choke on your fried Twinkie”(This one is my personal favorite.)
“That son of a bitch. Next time you should snub him by giving the tickets to me”
“What a douche…and I’m not sure I mean your boss”
“Poor thing”
“Ahh so jealous!”
To know me and to know my friends is to know sarcasm at it’s highest form.
