If you've been reading awhile, you may recall I often lament of a terrible, horrendous and dreadful situation which occurs on nearly a daily basis here at work. It's known by the name:
Um, wha? How can you possibly say that Maureen?? It's FREE! IT'S FOOD!
(I heard you; no need to shout.)
Well, it's terrible, horrendous and dreadful because I have absolutely NO willpower. Especially with anything "Free". Zilch. Nada.
It's hard enough running out the door in the morning with a meager lunch so I'll stay healthy and drop a few pounds... but when the inevitable knock comes to my office door announcing "leftovers!" I am spineless. I mindlessly (but happily) join the throng stampeding to the staff room in search of cheesy pizza, spicy Greek delicacies, thick deli sandwiches on soft chewy bread with pickles and chips, delicious Chinese food, or if Morning Rounds have just let out, sweet danish or sinful muffins, juice, coffee, yogurt, cream cheese and fruit.
Gahhh! I can't resist! It all tempts me, calling out my name... "You know you want me..."
Apparently, when one has no willpower one also possess the skill of hearing food talk.
At least I do.
But yesterday the worst, most nasty thing happened at work.
No, they didn't take the food away, leaving us cold turkey. (Mmmmm.... turkey......)
Nope. It's worse.
They added THIS to the women's bathroom:
Now that's just cruel.
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