Another work day, another "treat" day. Really, does anyone else constantly get bombarded with people bringing food to work? I will admit, it wasn't as bad as the cheesecake the other day, but it came in a close second... homemade buns with fresh strawberry rhubarb jam. Thankfully, they stayed away from the cube across from me and went elsewhere. Perhaps my protest on mini cheesecake day sunk in? I'm not banking on it.
To make matters worse, our entire system was down at work today, so I couldn't even really work. I had a training document to finish up, but not being very busy makes the stomach grumbling even more audible. I survived though, but only until 3 pm. I decided to call it a day at that hour. I had felt like I had watched paint dry long enough. What is the first thing I worry about though walking out of work? It being 3 pm and me going home to where I have food. I only allow myself to take a small cooler to work each day that contains only what I can eat that day. I do not bring any money for those evil vending machines. But, I did ok. And I took a nap. I know, I should have went walking or done something with the extra time, but I have still felt really tired. Plus I walked on my lunch for 25 minutes and my first 15 minute break, so I felt I deserved to be a little lax after the work day. Lo and behold, I am wide awake now at 11 pm... Let's hope for a more filled day tomorrow - though it is Friday, how can one not look forward to that?
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