I came up with a great idea for our break room/kitchen at work – a warning system or signal of some kind that would let employees know when there is tempting food, such as leftover birthday cake, leftover bars, leftover cookies, leftover dessert or leftover whatever, on the table.
Seriously, I am not even kidding. There should be red lights that flash and warning bells that sound loud and clear when I, or, I guess other co-workers, approach the break room. "THIS IS A WARNING. THERE IS TEMPTING FOOD ON THE TABLE…ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!" At that point, I would hope I’d turn right around and go back to my desk. Safe from regret. I would stay out of the kitchen until the next alarm sounded, "THE TABLE IS FREE AND CLEAR OF ALL FATTENING, HIGH-CALORIE TREATS. YOU CAN NOW ENTER AND NOT BE TEMPTED."
Or maybe, when someone brings a treat and leaves it on the table, it would trigger an all-employee e-mail with this message: "THE KITCHEN IS NOW OFF LIMITS TO THOSE WHO DON’T WANT TO BE TEMPTED BY TASTY TREATS." Then, when all the treats were gone, we would get another e-mail that said, "THE KITCHEN IS ONCE AGAIN A TREAT-FREE ZONE."
Wouldn’t that be awesome? Wouldn’t that rock? I, for one, would LOVE IT!
It used to be worse when our night cleaning person would leave decadent desserts nearly every day. Oh, she was a great baker. I miss her. No wait, I miss her treats. No, just kidding. I miss her and NOT her treats. There would be ooey-gooey caramel bars or delicious mouthwatering chocolate bars or scrumptious cookies on a regular basis. Although that was a long time ago and I didn’t much care back then, there were days when I literally would avoid going into the break room.
This morning, as I was making my way into the kitchen, I passed a co-worker who said, "There’s cake on the table." I sincerely thanked her and thought about turning around, but I didn’t. I proceeded into the kitchen where I filled up my cup with hot water for my morning tea and then slowly, very slowly, walked past the table, turned back around and cut a teeny, tiny piece of cake loaded with frosting, which I immediately shoved in my mouth as quickly as possible.
Then, with a smirky smile, I walked, no, bounced, back to my desk. Ahhh, sugar is so wonderful so early in the morning. So maybe, that warning system isn’t such a great idea after all. I probably would ignore, just like I did the warning from my co-worker.
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