Current mood:

annoyed

Bad things come in a small package
Extracting photographs of elegant buildings entered into our architectural competition for a presentation, I was disgusted to find one of our entrants had seen fit to put their pictures on one of those horrid, pint-size CDs.

"They couldn't even be bothered to send a whole CD!" I observed in dismay, peering disdainfully at the tiny affront. "I don't expect to receive entries on media I might accidentally inhale! This isn't an entry, it's a choking hazard."

"It looks rather like a donut to me," my coworker offered with a smirk. Yes, it's true, since the boss brought in mini donuts this morning they're all I can think about. Lying there in the kitchen with their delicate frosting of sugar, the naughty little temptresses, beckoning me with their cakey siren call...

"Ugh!" I cried in distress as another diddy circlet peered up from the bottom of the envelope at me, "there are more of the nasty little things!"

It is my opinion that, if they are so mean as to deny us the simple courtesy of a full-sized CD, they should be struck from the competition.

Sadly I'm not Lord of the Competition, so I suppose I'd better get on with processing the pictures from it.

BUT I WON'T ENJOY IT.