Summer 2000. Enter me, a rising university junior who’d landed an internship as a software engineer. In my department, I was the only of my gender and the youngest by a decade.
I’d learned during my first days on the job of something called a Donut Offense–anything in life deemed celebration-worth by coworkers: a new house, marriage, a new baby, birthday, new job. An extensive manual (the “Donut Handbook,” aka a 20-page binder) detailed the various offenses that warranted bringing in donuts for the team and various related regulations.
My summer goal was to fly under the radar and escape back to college with a resume box checked. Surely, I’d commit no donut offenses.
Except I did.
Six weeks into summer, I started dating my now husband. Distanced by two hours, we’d been emailing during the day (breaking the internet–a story for another day) and talking on the phone at night. He’d heard me mention the handbook and conditions of a donut offense. I assured him that in a crowd of men ages 35–65, not one would be concerned about the social life of the intern. He agreed.
Except he didn’t.
He took the day off work. Drove 120 miles to my office. Bought a department’s worth of donuts. And threw a surprise “donut offense” party in our relationship’s honor, with all my coworkers.
Denny, Scott, Keith, and eight others whose names I’ve long since forgotten gave me the third degree about why I’d avoided following the Donut Handbook and sharing such important news with them all.
In one swoop, my new sweetheart had surprised me, impressed me, pranked me, romanced me, embarrassed me, and made me laugh (solid foreshadowing of our future).
In the past 21 years, I’ve committed many donut offenses. And this latest one, I’d like to share with you. My donuts are all virtual this time, so I hope you’ll BYOD to this party.
Lift your donut high . . .
I’m thrilled to share that I’m now represented by Keely Boeving at WordServe Literary. I can’t wait to share about my journey as it unfolds and will soon share about the journey that brought me here.
For now, enjoy a donut, and while you’re here, please share your favorite in the comment! My favorite is a s’mores donut from Sweetwater’s Donut Mill.