At the Top of My Game

So I've been pretty happy to show everyone my new toys. In fact, my boss called over all the supervisors and made them all look at my toys. Then she went and talked to her supervisor and got clearance for all of them to go out and buy themselves jump knives on the department card! Some things are just not fair. Not only do they make more money than us, they also get toys that the department pays for! Also, at least seven people have sworn that they're running to the bookstore as soon as work is over to go and buy themselves the jump knife / mp3 player combo.

(As I am writing this, more coworkers have come to take away my toys and drool over them at their own desks... I don't know if I can handle all the popularity.)

So in this euphoric/traumatic state of knowing I got the coolest thing in the world and knowing everyone else is going to shortly have the coolest thing in the world, I received an email from the English department. It's about an Advisement Fair that all English majors must attend. If they don't, a registration hold is put on our records and we can't register when the time comes.

What I meant to do was forward the email to Ambrosia with a sarcastic comment. What I did do was reply to the original email (sent by the department secretary) with the sarcastic comment intended for Ambrosia's eyes only. I said, "Why do they call it a 'fair'? Do they really think that that makes it more fun?" Not as bad as it could have been, but still pretty rude.

And to think that just today I got an email from Daltongirl, asking if I was ever scared the the email I was forwarding to someone else with sarcastic comments would actually be sent back to the original sender. I said that I do constantly live with that fear. Only today, it became a reality. I wonder if they'll just put a spiteful hold on my record whether or not I attend the fair...