out of the company refrigerator…perhaps you don’t read my blog and thus don’t know I am feeling a little bit rejected, and perhaps you also don’t know I have a pretty severe food allergy and so can’t just replace my mid-afternoon snack with vending machine fair or something from Starbucks, and perhaps you don’t realize I spent an hour getting my car out of my driveway to drive under Victorian-novel bleak skies to a job I took in a frenzied fit that I now recognize as a grave, grave error and perhaps you don’t even know that S. isn’t around to comfort me because he’s on a business trip but even without knowing all of that, you STILL have no excuse for stealing my organic lemon yogurt. It’s, like, a dollar a container. Maybe even a dollar oh-nine, and since I can’t eat most chocolate you essentially stole not only the snack to prevent me from falling face first into the barbecued beef I have at home, you also stole a girl’s comfort food.
Sigh. How do you wake up in the morning? And are you the same person who steal’s Nancy’s diet pepsi, and Shannon’s spinach salad? Are you responsible for the Bagel Fiasco of last Friday, when no one could find the asiago cheese? Mind you, I didn’t really care until your actions began effecting me directly, but could you please stop? We are hungry yuppies here on floor 8 Red and now we’re pretty convinced our blood sugars are all off and our insulins are spiking and OH MY GOD we can see our belly fat growing as we speak and it is NOT GOOD.