Yesterday, I threw out a bagel.
I know, I couldn’t believe it either. I was so ashamed, so upset, so traumatized. There was just TOO much food on Thursday and Friday. I didn’t think that could physically be possible. But there was just SO much food the last 2 days of the work week I was literally preggers like Quinn for 2 days straight. I love when clients are here.
On both Thursday and Friday, coworker A brought me an entire huge ziploc bag (one of those freezer storage bags) full of potato chips in the mornings — apparently A’s boyfriend’s mom had bought her like 5 gigantic bags of chips from Costco and it disgusted her, so she would bring it all to me one day at a time. On Thursday she brought me a bag and I ate it at 9:30am for breakfast with my usual coffee. Coworker A told me that if I brought her back the ziploc bag, that she would bring me back another full bag the next day. So I returned the lovely bag to her, and as promised, she came back on Friday with another full bag, which I yet again finished before 10am with my usual coffee for breakfast. The thought did occur to me that an entire huge bag of chips probably isn’t the healthiest way to kick off the day.
On Friday there was JUST AS MUCH FOOD AT WORK as there was on Thursday. It was unbelievable. And I still had that plate of food that I had saved on Thursday because I was afraid there wouldn’t be any free food on Friday. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was completely overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do because I wanted to eat the new food, but at the same time I didn’t want to let Thursday’s leftovers go to waste. So I went ahead and saved some of the new food for later, ate Thursday’s leftovers first (have to go in chronological order) and then later ate Friday’s new food.
I had so much food to choose from that the bagel I had stashed on Wednesday was really bottom of my list — alas, I let it sit on the backburner for too long and by the time I got to it, it was hard as rock. I tried toasting it to soften it, but it was no use. The bagel was dead. It was so painful to throw it away, but it had to be done. R.I.P. Mr. Bagel.
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