Stupid cookies

Yesterday was a mixture of snow flurries and rain.  Yesterday, was also Tuesday, my least favorite work day of the week.

I knew I was in trouble when I showed up to work and they were painting in the lobby.  Since the whole room smelled like paint fumes, the guys decided to vent the air... by OPENING THE DOORS TO THE OUTSIDE AND TURNING ON A FAN.  Yes, it's snowing out.  Yes, its about 30 degrees.   Yes, OF COURSE, this makes the most logical sense.  How silly of me to ask why they don't paint after work hours.  Apparently painting the lobby first thing in the morning is a no brainer.  Also, the heat decided it didn't want to work and only blew cold air.  Awesome.

As I sat there with my winter coat still on, I noticed that all 3 of the catered lunches were in different buildings causing me to have to go outside in the miserable cold weather.   Well, that's no different than sitting in a cold lobby, right??

As I'm setting everything up and running around like a crazy person, I realize everything is going smoothly (besides being rained/snowed on).  That should have been my first clue that things were going to go terribly wrong.

While outside conference room, I uncover all the food and start bringing everything in.  It's for a meeting with 20 people, and the room is totally packed.  Not only do I hate going into rooms to bring lunch when people are already there, I'm the sweaty girl from running around and wearing a winter coat.  I decide to be smart, load up the bucket with drinks with the plates, utensils, salad dressing and condiments.  One big trip will be better than a million small ones.

And then.... this happened:

Yup,  that's a puddle all those cookies are sitting in.
While grabbing the bucket, I hit the side of the cart causing the salad dressing to slide off.  I'm pretty sure it all happened in slow motion too, as I stood there watching it spill all over the cookie platter.  

I don't know what I was more upset about: the fact that I just ruined a cookie platter and this group of people would definitely notice that their cookies weren't there, OR that I ruined a cookie platter without stealing one for myself first!!!  The only redeeming fact was that no one saw any if it happen, maybe I'd get away with it.

I get back to my desk and see the email from the admin of the department.  "Hey, is there salad dressing?? And did they forget our cookies?!?"

I ended up having to run out and get the group more cookies, after admitting that the cookies and dressing decided to abandoned ship.

I would have posted this story last night, but after that day, I needed a drink.  Ugh.

Until my next disaster...

xoxo,
Ruby