Moneybags and office politics

I've come to realize something about life in the cubicle maze: expect people to ask you for money.

A lot.

Daily.

Within the first week I was asked to contribute food to an office baby shower for someone I didn't even know.

Less than two weeks later it was a contribution to a birthday gift card. THEN it was a gift card for a wedding present.

Today alone I was hit up for the Bowling for Bucks interoffice charity AND the United Way. And that's to say nothing of the upcoming school fund raisers where candy bars cost $10 and a roll of wrapping paper is $40. Peddling little bastards.

I have yet to contribute to any of these causes. With that comes a smug sense of satisfaction and the worry of how much longer I can stay under the radar.

They might as well just start charging a cover to get into work each morning.