Letter To Be Posted On The Office Fridge
There are some things you should know about me…..Not the least of which is: I am *staunchly* opposed to any and all theft of lunch food from our mutually shared and oh-so-handy full sized office refrigerator.
We all work a lot of hours. I think it’s important that we all get along. It’s vital that we all feel free to pack a lovely, delicious, enticing lunch to provide some comfort to break up the hectic pace we all have to endure here at this Big Ol’ Company.
Times are tough. Bring-your-own bagged lunches are on the rise.
But so is lunch theft. It isn’t pretty and it isn’t nice.
Let me tell you, all of you crazy assed ladies who bring in that no fat, no salt, no fun frozen shrink wrapped plastic foods with the word “healthy” somewhere in the title….you have nothing to worry about. Your crap is safe. No one wants that.
You, dude who brings in your wife’s amazing looking homemade Indian food? Watch yourself. That smells soooo good in the microwave every day and I confess I have considered ripping you off in a big way.
Despite being vehemently opposed to the theft of office fridge food, I have…wondered. Thought. Ok, yes, I have had lust in my heart for that Ziploc bag with an luscious looking sandwich inside and no other identifying information.
The person who left that adorable teeny tiny pumpkin pie on the top of your lunch sack last week, visible for all to see? You almost lost that. I *seriously* contemplated the crime. It would have been so easy.
But when such thoughts arise, I step back. I take a deep breath. I go into myself and remember my own personal values, my morals, and I remember how bitched out I got when someone stole my Pop Chips (I will hunt you down and do horrifying things to you with a staple remover, dear thieving coworker, be certain of that).
Then I find my core of strength and I step away. I remember how wrong lunch bag theft is. Then I hold my head high and refrain.
But today. Today is a test I’m not sure I can pass.
Evidently the group that sits on the other side of this floor is having themselves a little party today. So they are storing some goodies in our fridge because theirs is full.
Do you know what is sitting in my fridge, right now, on the shelf right above my own little lunch bag?
A HUGE PLATTER OF DEVILED EGGS.
Deviled eggs! Yards of them! It’s an enormous platter! No one would miss a few, right? Peel back the Saran Wrap, throw a couple back, chomp, and walk away scot-free.
Do you people really think I am made to resist deviled eggs? I am not!
Get behind me, Satan!
Even the most morally just have a breaking point. And you just found mine.
So I post this letter by way of saying….get them the hell out of my fridge or they are going away and they are going away fast.
And why wasn’t I invited to the party, you uptight Finance freaks?
Wait a minute! I bet one of you took my Pop Chips.
Gimme some deviled eggs and I won’t come at you with my staple remover!
Gimme, gimme, gimme……..
Image from the Thindulge blog, though in no way do I advocate healthy-ifying deviled eggs. The photo was just too pretty to pass up.