the squibix family blog

Why the policy says "No eating at your work station"

I just poured chocolate shake all over everything.

Just to be clear, Everything includes:
my work shirt
my undershirt
my pants
my shoes
my neck
my hair
the mail
the floor
the keyboard
the fax machine
the scant remnants of my dignity

And i am not even kidding, i actually hit all of these objects with chocolate shake. In an hour, the jewelry store will smell like rotting soy.

If you smell me coming down the street later this evening, consider it a cry for help.