If you caught last week’s blog, you’ll recall my “crime of the century”: drinking a can of pop that boldly declared, “DON’T DRINK!” on Olivia’s desk. That can is a vending machine *spacer*—not Olivia’s, not mine, but property of the social club. Olivia, as appointed vending machine czar, took it…well, let’s just say, not in stride. The verdict? I owe her a dollar. The jury? Olivia, presiding over her own court, gavel in hand, ready to defend the sanctity of every soda and snack.
Now, before you call me reckless, let’s remember: our office thrives on pranks. It’s practically in the job description, I mean come on, we’re radio announcers! Olivia, however, might’ve missed the memo—or perhaps being an only child, she’s just not as seasoned in the fine art of good-natured mischief. Our boss definitely hasn’t coached her nearly enough on office shenanigans, oh wait, as APD I think that might be my job.
To be fair, Olivia should count her blessings (and her beverages). We could have gone after her prized bottles of iced tea, that she specifically said don’t drink, but signed her name to it. But no—we showed restraint. At the end of the day, it’s all part of the show. The pranks, the playful banter, even the occasional “debt” to Olivia’s vending machine fund. It keeps our office lively, our spirits high, and our storytelling game strong.
I must say though, I LOVE how Danny is getting lumped in this with me as well. He really had nothing to do with it, other than taking the video of me tasting the 3 YEAR OLD POP! **evil laugh, insert here**
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a dollar—before Olivia installs security cameras on every can.
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