Whilst I was partaking in the company's St. Patrick's Day themed bagel breakfast, my cubicle was "shamrocked". I returned to this :
Apparently people got shamrocked, with Greg attesting to some Irish luck making contact with the back on his head. Looking around, I noticed the little shamrocks everywhere.
There were shamrocks everywhere, literally. I saw some in the kitchen, on different floors and even in the bathrooms. I was disappointed not to find any shamrocked people - people who have been adorned with forehead shamrocks unknowingly. At least we had green bagels, described by a co-worker as being green on the way in & out, and non-traditional Irish soda bread, that was flaky, dry and tasted like a sweaty old sock (it was made from flax seed bread). Thank the Celtic gods for Guiness, otherwise this day might be considered severly overrated.
Apparently people got shamrocked, with Greg attesting to some Irish luck making contact with the back on his head. Looking around, I noticed the little shamrocks everywhere.
There were shamrocks everywhere, literally. I saw some in the kitchen, on different floors and even in the bathrooms. I was disappointed not to find any shamrocked people - people who have been adorned with forehead shamrocks unknowingly. At least we had green bagels, described by a co-worker as being green on the way in & out, and non-traditional Irish soda bread, that was flaky, dry and tasted like a sweaty old sock (it was made from flax seed bread). Thank the Celtic gods for Guiness, otherwise this day might be considered severly overrated. 
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