December 19, 2012
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what were supposed to be all 12 hour days at the stalag have slowly become 11's and 10's as we get closer to the Christmas break. only 1 day and 4 hours to go...
all I wanted was a donut. 1st, I put a $20 bill in the change machine only to get $10 in change back, next I use a dollar in quarters to buy said donuts only to get "use exact change". dammit! I eventually find someone with change for a quarter, only to select the donuts and have them hang up on the spiral arm rack...FOCK! at this time I'm ready to break the damn glass and just reach in a grab it
, but better judgement took over. the vending machines at work have made my shit list
.Mark starts off the day by handing out scratch off lottery tickets to a select few friends at work. I thank him, then promptly tell him that if I get the $300,000 Jackpot, I'd split it with him (willing to split any winnings for that matter). I grab a coin (of which I now have $10's worth of) and slowly scratch off the (...whatever you call the surface stuff on a scratch off card). at first blush, it's a $20 winner! I tell him we'll split the pot if he cashes it in. he's good with that. he comes back after break and shows me the card. this time it's worth $100
! seems I didn't scratch off above all the symbols and numbers. I tell him he could have cashed it in, given me $20 (earning him $80 instead of $50) and I wouldn't have been the wiser if he hadn't shown me, but being one of the honest good guys, he thought he'd make it right. I get half a 100 and he gets half a 100. it's a cool Christmas gift! he puts the remainder of his tickets (to give to friends later) in the back of his locker, which, in turn slid through the crevice into the locker below. he said he also slipped a note down explaining his mistake. not having any idea who's locker it is, he figures he'll never hear about 'em again...
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