This shit pissed me off to no avail. My office was right across from the break room, and usually what ended up happening is somebody’s wife baked a bunch of shit, didn’t want to eat it because she thought she was fat, so it ended up right across from my office.
First of all, if somebody wants to be nice and bake treats, fine. I still don’t like it but whatever. If you don’t want it because you don’t want to be fat, don’t bring it and set it in front of me because I don’t want to be fat either. WTF.
I was programming a lot, meaning there were down times and up times, and there is no more crushing sensation than to trapped in an office having to code a big piece of software for 8 hours straight, when you are in a down mode and struggling to stay productive. Whatever was in there at those times, was nearly irrestible, more for the diversion from whatever hell I was experiencing trying to push myself through a rougher day.
Eventually, I started to gain weight, so in payback, when somebody brought in treats, I’d eat them all. I remember it was 8am and somebody had a fresh batch of cookies in there. I considered it a second breakfast and they were gone in about 15 minutes.
