Hey, all I promiced you was the same chocolates (and I mean, literally, the same chocolates) that I promiced to and never delivered to (Admin)Asgara. I figured that you really didn't want them, as over the years, they have built up quite a layer of cat hair. Hard to tell the chocolates from the hair balls the cat has puked up.
Also, I seem to recall that as newest admin, it was your job to clean up the private administration lounge. At least get rid of all of the cigar butts.
ps: If you had taken the job when I first offered it to you years ago, you'd probably now be able to retire with a nice pension.