It all began in 1995. I decided to decorate my office cubicle for Christmas.
Before I knew it, the smack talk had begun.
“Oh isn’t that cute? It looks like a first grade classroom,” taunted my coworker.
I added fake snow and built a chimney and fireplace up the cubicle wall. I smiled with competitive satisfaction.
The night before judging, my coworker, all the while plotting my demise went into winner mode.
I came in the next morning to a light display around his cubicle that most assuredly raised the office electricity bill and most likely tripped the breaker.
A dome of blinking colorful lights arched over his entire cubicle.
I felt the taste of defeat.
Do I stop trying?
No – never, never give up.
Once again – I have a cubicle.
Once again – there is a cubicle decorating contest.
The smack talk has begun.
My son goes with me to scour dollar stores for creepy zombies and blinking skulls.
I will not go down.
I will taste victory.
I imagine it tastes like caramel corn and sweet tarts.
Bwa – ha – ha – ha