Thats one BIG box of Pocky…..

I fell for a practical joke. A big one. Yes, even I fall prey to them on occasion. I can admit it when I was “got” good.

It all began when I had to dismantle a Pocky display at work. I set some boxes aside for co-workers, as that was the original intention for the Pocky. I wasn’t supposed to do this, but I thought no big deal, and they have earned it. So being the nice person I am, I took a few boxes up to the top floor where the break room is located to distribute some. I told them to keep it on the DL, which was a stupid request. The crew up there is anything but discrete and any attempts to quiet them proved futile.

The excitement began when a co-worker called my boss to bitch about how he thought it wasn’t kosher that the Pocky was being shipped elsewhere when it was for employees. He then told her how I thought she was mad at me for distributing Pocky on the black market at work. I refused to take the phone, and he told her I was too scared to speak with her. He then hung up and told me she wished to see me. I then asked why he did that and his response: “Because I’m a dick”. I was mortified, terrified and petrified. Until he told me he was kidding – the jackass! I totally bought it, he had been speaking to another co-worker of course. My nerves were shot to hell by then; I had to go smoke a cigarette with him (seriously). I still made him escort me back to my desk before I could retreat to my Hiragana/Katakana class. And when I entered (15 minutes late) what did I see but a freaking box of Pocky on the conference room table taunting me, courtesy of one of the culprits. So revenge is indeed being plotted. Part of the plan is already finalized, but the biggest question is when will I strike? Only I know. And only when they are least expecting it.

I drank a whole bottle of wine with dinner tonight to calm my nerves. It was a small bottle of course, what do you think I am, Irish? Er, yeah……………