Never mix work with pleasure

This story is partly fictitious and a gross over exaggeration.

I practically skipped to work today, giddy with anticipation and nervous excitement. How should I do it? Casually? Make a big gesture? Modestly? I don't do modesty very well.

It is the feeling of excitement a child gets when they bring something special for their class. But I didn't know how it would go over.

I decided on a subtle approach. I left them sitting there with a note that said 'Please enjoy'.

Cookies. I brought cookies to work today. Moist, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate chip cookies. I love to bake. And that's where it stops.

Roommate- (While stuffing her face with cookies) "Ugh, you really can't bake anymore, I'm gonna get fat."

Eye roll. Girls.

Me: "There is something called self-control. Just because I make them doesn't mean you have to eat them."

Roommate: (Mouth still full) mumble mumble mumble "I hadn't thought of that." Please take them away from me I can't control myself.

So I decided to unload on my co-workers.

I work in an office full of guys. I'm the only female working there. I have never before done anything girly or personal (except spray perfume once in awhile. My co-worker gags and says he can't breath. Yet he comes in smelling like axe from a mile away.) So I had no idea if anyone would even notice or appreciate the gesture.

Here's how it played out in my head:

Skeptical looks at first, then they try the cookies and-

"Oh Altie these are amazing, the best cookies I ever had."

"You get a raise!"

"Please marry me." (Totally kidding.)

I imagined they would be filled with admiration for my baking skills, beg me to do it again, be so thankful, etc.

Here's what really happened:

A few mumbled thank you's. I watched the cookies like a hawk all day. Hardly any were eaten. Only one guy said thank you and they were really good. So at the end of the day when I didn't want to take them home with me, I gave him the rest.

I realize it is a selfish emotion to give for the sake of compliments and appreciation. That is obvious. But everyone likes to hear how good their cookies are.

Don't worry, when I came home the ones that I left on the table were almost all finished. My roommate and her friend ate them. (It is all your fault that I can't fit into my dress.....)

Moral of the story: never bring cookies to an office full of guys. They will not be appreciated.

Lesson learned.