If you are a parent, teacher or have ever been part of a local soccer club, you know what I’m talking about.
Fundraising chocolate is both the joy and bane of my working life. Every week for the past few months, parents burdened with the task of selling $1 Cadbury chocolate frogs for little Siobhan/Cleo/Tallullah have left boxes of fundraising chocolate in the office kitchen, complete with a change box and a little handwritten sign saying, “Please support Heath/Jordy/Mirabelle’s basketball team! Thank you!”
The box then sits by the sink like a snare, waiting for colleagues weak from the 3pm slump to give in and pay $1 for a sugar hit. I’ve been guilty of this twice this week already: Caramello the first time, Freddo the second. It’s exploitative, if you think about it, taking advantage of workers dizzy from lack of fresh air and mistaking chocolate frogs for actual nourishment.
So I’m hoping the box empties before tomorrow . Friday is the end of the week – pay dirt for fundraising chocolate dealers – or else I might be in for a third hit.
Maybe a bar of Dream this time. Or Top Deck. Mmmm.
I hate it ! At work the social club has a continuous run of fundraising chocolates – it never ends !!