Fool is Me

In my efforts to not become the fool, I became one…

It all started one very beautiful morning, a loong time ago (yesterday), when I was approached by 3 giggly colleagues about celebrating my joining the organization. By me drilling a crater in my pocket.

They were going on for half the day about how many people they were inviting, what the costs were and what I was doing. Me, being the genius that I am, went along with "the joke" and told them they could invite anyone they wanted to, and that money is never a concern.

What I didn’t know when I woke up this morning is that I was going to BECOME the joke later in the day, when everyone walks up to me asking me if I've placed the order for lunch for THIRTY PEOPLE.

Here is what lead me to the conclusion that it was all a prank they were pulling.

That mail that was sent to me by Giggling Goons inviting ME to MY TREAT, was sent to TWO people.
(The second person being the one who got a promotion AND got engaged.
He was given breakfast duty.
I was given lunch duty.
You'd assume that the guy who was on the path to the bliss of married life would be the one to give the heavier portion of the treat. )

And guess what - the attendees for this lunch parteh were bcc-ed.

Dunno what that means? It means that all of the recipients are happily oblivious as to who are the other lucky recipients of that blasted email.

And myself being the distrusting idiot that I am, readily accepted the fact that my colleagues would let me plan my own treat (if an intern who hasn't crossed probation was even required to give one), and would never do it on my behalf. I was assuming I wouldn't need an invite to my own shindig, and hence readily accepted everything that they planned, feeling that they wouldn't be so bold or stupid as to ACTUALLY ACT on their elaborate plans. And seeing as the guest list was almost non-existent, further reaffirmed by belief in their common sense.

 

Which they clearly seem to have been born without.

Let me be so nice as to include myself in that blasted list. I shall now proceed to hide under a rock and baste in my misery.

And as my friend very nicely put it, "You found the absolute worst time to let your instincts kick in."

Ever Foolishly Yours.