There's one thing I definitely don't miss about working, besides the obvious. The inevitable breakroom treats. Yes I know I should be happy someone was acknowledging my achievements along with my fellow workers , be it birthdays, baby's or even job advancement at the current work place or new employment somewhere else. But OMG the temptations abound. A typical work week could entail a birthday (possible offerings ranging from cake to cookies to ice cream to donuts with occasional veggies w/ranch dressing and even fruit) or a career advancement. And then the good hearted managers on Fridays might decide to treat all the employees with pizza or some other type of reward for doing a great job. Probably the only time I was ok with the feedings was when management would do a Starbucks run. Coffee is way easier to justify when I'd get on the scale the next day.
And don't get me started about the holidays. Our customers/members would shower the workplace with all sorts of treats. They would bake assorted cookies, cakes, and pastries, bring in the tins of popcorn and once they even brought each of us a big box of chocolates. That one was rather humorous as they were obviously old as you could see some of the chocolates had that white tinge to them. No we didn't eat any of those chocolates. It's the thought that counts, right?
So of course I didn't have to eat any of these cookies, cakes, or other treats, but when you're looking at them every time you'd go into the break room it was like I was a lemming and more than happy to run off the cliff.
As hard as I tried I never was able to just walk by the treats and go about my business without at least having half a dozen cookies or a huge piece of cake. And then if it was your celebration you could take it home. So my birthday treat was cookies (they're my kryptonite) and of course I couldn't not take a few dozen home! It was the worst and totally my own fault. Dammit! No self control. But like I said kryptonite.
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