Coal - its whats for dinner




Such a smug ad. Too bad half the country won't get it.

The Pink Doughnut














I spent the last three days in a workshop at my new gig. An interesting place. I really do not know any of these guys that well yet, so it is interesting to me to play the role of observer of human nature. After i made a casual remark [ with an agenda behind it of course] regarding snacks being a great source of attention span.... our workshop facilitator started bringing in doughnuts for our morning sessions. My secondary job title at Xerox was Snack monger BTW... :O) So in the third day in a room of manly-men programmers, i enjoyed watching the doughnut box. It was amusing to watch as the meeting progressed..

[ or should i say drag ON and ON..] as the group slowly consumed the doughnuts.

But not all of them.

In the center of the box was a big yummy glazed doughnut. there was actually lots of them. But this one was different.

Like me in that meeting.

This one was covered in a huge slathering of bright pink girlie frosting. I am sure it was Cherry. and I WANTED it. But i really found it more amusing to watch as everyone else in the room very carefully pick around it. Nobody wanted to touch the Pink Doughnut. It entertained me greatly to observe. I could HEAR people's stomach's growling. But there it sat.. the Pink Doughnut.

Last in the box. Last picked for the team... :O(

Finally the facilitator grabbed it after everyone else left.

I could add that out of everyone in the room - i thought he had the least amount of testosterone [ but i liked him just the same..]

I am definitely thinking the next workshop i am going to bring in a whole box of Pink muffins.

And promptly watch everyone starve.