Trick or Treat? Fuck or Off

I knew Halloween would be a festive event at work. What I didn't expect was for everyone to decide that after lunchtime, no more work needed to be done. I'd have been all for slacking off were there not deadlines I needed to meet. Nobody else seemed to have a damn thing to do other than talk loudly, show off costumes, and decorate cubicles.

Then there was the trick-or-treating. Yes, people brought their children around to trick-or-treat at cubicles. How fucking lame is that? There was candy near me, so I heard a few of the little urchins, but fortunately their parents moved them along quickly. Schnell! schnell! On to the next cubicle before all the good candy is gone!

I didn't appreciate the trick-or-treating, but the adults were even more disruptive because they just wouldn't shut up and let some of us work. I finally gave up and went to a conference room full of costume-clad worker bees carving pumpkins, side tables full of snacks, and a big tub of beer. I thought a bottle of Guinness would go down nicely. I was disappointed. No flavor whatsoever! Nothing like Guinness on draft.

The kids left. The so-called adults left. Finally, I left, and I went home to glorious un-disruption. I know there were trick-or-treaters in the area, because I drove past them, but they stayed away from my little corner of hell.

Another Halloween successfully dodged. Here's to no trick-or-treaters bothering me at home, and no bottled Guinness ever again.

Why am I not surprised?