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Donuts will be in at 9:00

Folks,
 
Sorry for the delay. I traded spots with Joe Salame and cannot make it into the office until 9… my sincere apologies, but perhaps just the thought that donuts will be in will hold you over until they are ready. Also, those donuts will taste that much sweeter due to the wait ;-)
Thanks,
-JP

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Gentlemen (and lady),

 
I will be traveling to Ecuador for a month starting on 7/20 and returning 8/20. During this time each of you will be "donut boy/girl" (I'll let you decide which description matches best).

Fate has put it in your hands to maintain the Friday donut club as the vibrant institution it has become. There should be a reminder already set on your calendar to go off the day before you need to bring donuts in. If for any reason you cannot make it, please trade with someone else or have someone else bring the donuts in on your behalf (as well as follow the requests below).

My schedule shows the following order.
  • 7/23 Rex Engelking
  • 7/30 Stacy Jackson
  • 8/6 Oliver Davis
  • 8/13 Mike Coar
Here are a few simple requests for you during my absence.
  • On your designated day, make sure there are donuts by 8:00 am (yeah, I know, I should talk… look at the time I brought donuts in today)
  • Keep the donuts at your desk (optionally you could leave them at mine)
  • Send out an e-mail to this distribution list announcing donuts have arrived and where they are at. (you can copy this list and paste it onto the "To" field)
Writer, Bart;
Wilson, Matt;
Tofel, Yvonne;
Shimizu, Richard;
Tofel, Yvonne;
Engelking, Rex;
Jackson, Stacy;
Davis, Oliver;
Coar, Mike;
Carroll, Kim;
Bonilla, Carlton;
Allen, Jeff;
Salame, Joseph;
Kupferer, Janis;
DiGeronimo, Richard;
Wolfe, Christian
 
• Most importantly have fun, because I know I will be having a blast.
Thanks, and enjoy the donuts.

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