There's nothing sadder to me than lingering reminders of the holiday season several weeks after the festivities has passed.So, it's no wonder the plight of poor Mr. Jingles made me feel a bit melancholy today at the office.
Groggy from slight jet lag, I stumbled into our small coffee kitchen in search of caffeine and came across such a sad sight. Mr. Jingles. The sad, broken, well-eaten remains of a chocolate snowman, who had a Post-It Note affixed to him, pleading us to "Please eat Mr. Jingles."
At 9:30 in the morning, Mr. Jingles actually looked better than he did at 3 p.m. when I finally got around to taking his picture. When I first spied him, he had a face. Or at least most of one.
I didn't have my camera on me at the moment and planned to go right back and take his picture. I then got caught up in several projects and soon forgot about poor Mr. Jingles until after lunch when I passed by the coffee kitchen on my way into the conference room across the hall. In the time that had passed, someone had eaten off all of Mr. Jingles' face. I couldn't quite believe it!
Fearing there would be nothing left of Mr. Jingles by the time I got out of my conference call, I ran back to my desk, grabbed my camera and took a shot. And my instincts were right...as I was taking the picture, another office dweller, Tom A., stood behind me, eagerly awaiting a taste of the sad, broken snowman. A few moments later, another coworker strolled in and broke off more of Mr. Jingles' body.
At 9:30 in the morning, Mr. Jingles actually looked better than he did at 3 p.m. when I finally got around to taking his picture. When I first spied him, he had a face. Or at least most of one.
I didn't have my camera on me at the moment and planned to go right back and take his picture. I then got caught up in several projects and soon forgot about poor Mr. Jingles until after lunch when I passed by the coffee kitchen on my way into the conference room across the hall. In the time that had passed, someone had eaten off all of Mr. Jingles' face. I couldn't quite believe it!
Fearing there would be nothing left of Mr. Jingles by the time I got out of my conference call, I ran back to my desk, grabbed my camera and took a shot. And my instincts were right...as I was taking the picture, another office dweller, Tom A., stood behind me, eagerly awaiting a taste of the sad, broken snowman. A few moments later, another coworker strolled in and broke off more of Mr. Jingles' body.
Poor Mr. Jingles. To go from a triumphant culinary celebration of the season to a broken, devoured mess wrapped in plastic...the horror of it all. ;)
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