Marzipanic!

[muckefuck]

Normally, St. Nicholas doesn't bring anything for our student workers. It's not that they aren't as well-behaved and deserving as the full-timers, rather his feast day tends to fall during Reading Week when they're all too busy studying for exams to work their regular schedules. The week after that is exams, and then they're off on break for another two weeks.

But our current student, who is as reliable as monshu's watch, said he'd be in tomorrow, so St. Nick brought him goodies. He just called now to cancel, and so we have a dilemma: What to do with the sweets on his desk? As I see it, these are the possibilities:

1. Eat them myself. SUCKA!!!
2. Take them to give to monshu, telling him that the good bishop brought them SPECIFICALLY FOR HIM.
3. Give them away to someone even more deserving than either of us, like the awesome guy at the El station.
4. Put them away someplace secure from rodent predators and hope to remember to take them out again for Epiphany when the student gets back.

Other ideas?

Update: So Sunny (a.k.a. Awesome El Guy) got the Lebkuchen this morning ("But I've been bad--and I still get the cookies?!" "That's how it always worked in our house!") and monshu gets nothing. Everyone pleased with that?

Comments

[areia.livejournal.com]

Wow - Sinterklaas came to your office? Did he bring his six to eight black men?

(My vote's on giving them to the El guy. I think his name's Sunny/Sonny.)

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I figured you were a shoe-in for that vote.

In my tradition, St. Nick was like Santa Claus in that he was never seen. Once, I heard his jingle bells, but he had already turned the corner before I could catch him! For all I know, he has a whole freakin' army of Africans complete with a motorcade and a special bullet-proof car.

[areia.livejournal.com]

Ah, but as I'm sure you know, they're never Africans. Even with plenty of dark-skinned immigrants around in 21st century Belgium, including some technically Moorish North-Africans, we still get white people to put shoe polish on their faces.

In my high school the senior class was in charge of dressing up as Sinterklaas and going around all of the other classes handing out treats on December 6th. When it got to be our turn, all of the guys in my class wimped out, so I volunteered to dress up as Sinterklaas. Our Sinterklaas may have had lipstick, suspenders, and ample cleavage underneath that bishop's robe, but at least his helpers were actual (Moroccan) Moors.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Half to the El guy, half to Monshu.

[jhvilas.livejournal.com]

I suggest option 5: Find compliant undergraduates and give the treats to them. You know, polluting young minds and all. Bwahahaha....

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

But they haven't been good little boys and girls! I'd just end up busting them for eating in the InfoCom and taking the treats back anyway.

[ladytiamat.livejournal.com]

Definitely the more-deserving/El guy. Obtain new sweets for the student at Epiphany.