Inner Circle

At my work biscuits are treated almost like a currency. If you find a way to get biscuits given to you then you have made your way into an inner circle that you didn't even know existed . From then on when you pass someone else tucking into indiviualy wrapped cookies and shortbread, you nod to each other, acknowledging that they too have made their way into the inner circle; they must be one of the cool kids. Today I felt extra special amongst the clique as today I was granted with not one but two portions of individually wrapped treats. Oh yeah! I'm IN it would seem.