My colleagues are watching me with the anticipation of hyenas for blood this Christmas; They are hoping to be entertained.
Let me explain: Last year on an impulse I piled on the candies, cookies, log cakes and brownies. It was too much too fast and the result was a mind firing on warp-speed. I couldn't stop talking and I was talking so fast no one understood what I was going on about. For two straight hours, I was running around the office like ADHD on speed -- I was on a sugar high and the entire office was there to witness the alarming comedy.
Thankfully that didn't last forever. By 4pm they found me suddenly slumped at my desk, the hood of my jacket pulled over my head. I had crashed. Even this was funny.
This Christmas, the office is speculating on whether I was going to ride on the sugar high again.
I was at my desk yesterday, and I did this to my beanie bear.
What do you think?