Today was my ninth anniversary of working at my job. I’ve been through two acquisitions, but I’m still plugging away at it.
My traditional way to celebrate is to bring in donuts. It means people will be forced (not really forced, but programmers have a hard time resisting free food) to come to my office. There, guilt will make the congratulate me.
I went to Tim Hortons and picked up two dozen donuts. While there I decided to get a hot chocolate.
I have now tasted the worst hot chocolate of my entire life. I’m almost sure it wasn’t hot chocolate. It tasted wrong. Last night I stayed up too late, but after slurping that swill I was alert for the entire morning. That just isn’t right.
I think Tim Hortons slipped me a roofie. Or a mocha something.
I will give them credit. After work I returned with the barely drunk beverage and they refilled it with actual hot chocolate.
A little late, but still good.