Moan-ey

Just before Christmas, I got a moan box. Like a swear box but for moaning. Now regular readers of this journal will probably assume the box is empty. Eh, anyway. More and more people at work are now catching on to the idea that I need to pay up when I grumble. It's starting to cost me vending machine money, which is a good thing. My Christmas fund is going to be pretty impressive too, another good thing. Who says moaning is bad!? :)