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Donut Re-Charter

"Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't."
-Eleanor Roosevelt

Dear members and constituents,
After much thought and consideration, I have decided the donut club must live on if it can.
It seems to me that a fair approach is to institute a "high end criteria" in the Donut Club, whereby all members are aware that there is an expectation that donuts will come from a "donut boutique" and not be "supermarket bought".

For those whose commute does not allow for convenient pick up of donuts at a donut boutique, they can fall back on the internal Level 3 ‘Time Wise’ to pick up donuts at the donut boutique. Conversely, my commute takes me in-front of a LaMar's and am willing to take the 5 extra minutes to buy the donuts (when I'm in town) if you let me know the day before that you can't do it.

I need a volunteer for this Friday. First e-mail received gets the ticket.

I will have an "opt-in" list at my desk on Friday so you can let me know that you want to continue (I may not understand it, but will respect your decision if you decide not to continue as a member :-). If you can't be here for whatever reason, you can also let me know via e-mail that you want to continue according to this new standard.

I look forward to perpetuating the Friday sugar rush and continuing to make Friday a day to look forward to.

C-ya Friday!

[Stacy Jackson added]
Whoo HOO! Glad to see we’re back in action!I’ll take this Friday.

[Ed Stocker concluded]
Long Live the Doughnut Club.
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