The Donut Connection

Dear Members and Constituents,

When I hinted I might be guest writing the weekly donut e-mails from time-to-time, I didn’t expect to be doing it this soon. Ed is on PTO and someone needed to let this social network we call the Friday Donut Club know donuts had arrived. Speaking of social networks, do you ever get friend requests or invitations to connect from folks you don’t know? If you’re like me, it happens fairly often. For the most part, when I receive these I am often compelled to do some research on the off chance I know the person but don’t remember their name. Then there’s the case of warhad faseel, voice presidetn at OMRAN (SIC). He is in the real estate industry in Afghanistan, has 27 connections on LinkedIn and wishes to add me as the 28^th. Warhad’s dominion of the English language notwithstanding (I presume he meant his title to be “Vice President”), and even though real estate prices in Afghanistan are probably a screaming deal (in more than one sense of the word), I struggle to understand what value he thinks connecting with me would have. Perhaps he presumes I’m in the market for a poppy plantation near Kabul. (who isn’t?) Is he looking for fiber optic services near Kandahar? He is a 2^nd degree connection, so we appear to have a friend in common but what else might we possibly have in common that makes him want to connect? The world may never know. What we do know is Jennifer Torres is filling-in today for Andrea Pierantozzi (donut girl) –there seems to be a common theme around replacements. She delights us today with four dozen hand-picked beauties. They’re sitting pretty at their NEW usual location (just down the hall from where I sit). So come make a connection with some sweetness.

Happy Friday!

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