There is so much food at my work. We are so blessed to have clients that think so well of us, that they bring us goodies to say thank-you for caring for their pets. We also get gifts from specialists and labs that we work with. There were at least 4 different kinds of chocolate chip cookies in the break room today, as well as popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels, Hershey's kisses, brownies, chocolate cookies with peanut butter chips, frosted sugar cookies...
I'm not even hungry, but at 11 am, they're calling my name. I eat half a cookie and instantly regret it - my mouth is full of that too sweet after taste, and now I'll be extra hungry in an hour. A coworker complains about a work situation that doesn't even involve me, and I'm eating chocolate again in a vicarious stress response. I try to just stay out of there! Kareen, how do you even work in there? (her desk is in the break room)
There is one gift, though, that we get every year from a special client. Its Route 11 Potato Chips. I look forward to these chips all year! They are cooked in peanut oil in small batches with just the right amount of salt. We get treated to a huge tin every year. It looks like a popcorn tin, but it is a brazillion times better. If you're gonna eat something fried, it might as well be fried in good oil! These chips are simple and perfect - they fill you up and don't give you a sugar headache.
Sadly, I ate the last of the potato chip crumbs today. Now its back to avoiding the cookies...
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Yes,Jenn. I prefer Savoury to Sweet any day too....you have some very kind Clients! x
Ah, you are touching on one of the pros/cons of the "un-employed." I was remembering the other day a vendor I worked with who would make these fabulously decorated sugar cookies for various holidays. I miss those.
I also fondly remember chocolate and caramel covered apples that would arrive this time of year. THOSE were good times. sigh.
Good luck. I fight those 10 pounds all year long and just about have them conquered by the time Thanksgiving rolls around. Damn!
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