I enjoy what I do at my job. At least until somebody comes along and mucks up all my hard work. Especially when it’s for something fun which is supposed to help boost morale.
Somebody wrote a spoiler on a contest sheet posted in the department. Of course this meant closing the contest down before it even got started.
Our committee in charge of fun and food decided to devote our monthly event to football for November. I am normally in charge of some details like tracking our budget and printing things. For this event I printed up a sheet showing all the NFL team logos and produced a one-question quiz for a prize drawing. So while my cohorts were in a conference with the door closed, somebody spotted a worker engaged in an activity which involved pointing at the sheet. Fine. They were probably pointing something out to somebody. But later the crime was discovered. The answer was scrawled in neat print below the contest instructions.
For those of you who catch commercials, you might know about the current ad for Mucinex, in which the Mucus character tries to find a congested and cough ridden couple in a movie theatre and, when the usher takes him outside, he yells, “Spoiler alert: she doesn’t make it!” It’s times like this when I’d like to know some big burly guy named Guido who can take spoilsports outside.
As for the contest, we will be giving prizes out to those who got an entry in before the crime was committed. The next time, I’m putting the contest sheet under glass.
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