Eating My Way Through It
I have an identity issue going on. On Blog life and Facebook everybody (my two or three readers) thinks I drink (and they’re right but we won’t go there now…not unless I can sit down with a glass of wine and tell you all about it). However, that is not the reason for my post.
Here is my issue; my coworkers all seem to think all I do is eat. Granted I do eat. I have to eat! They claim that only when they don’t hear “I’m hungry” coming from my desk, they realize I am not there. Birthdays in the office are celebrated with a small birthday cake and a gift, for mine they cooked a full breakfast buffet of pancakes, French toasts, bacon, sausage, omelets and the list goes on. I appreciated it, I really did and I ate (heck, it was free) and two hours later, as to not disappoint them, they heard “I’m hungry”.
I’m sure I’m more than that to them. There are other things I do at work that are rather productive, mind you - but I wonder if anything is noticed other than
Want half of my sandwich? - Sure
I brought bagels. - Cool
There is left over cake – I’ll be there.
And so it goes.
I’m thinking I really need to have a conversation with them, show them who I really am. I’ll do that later, right now I have to go check out the kitchen for a light snack.
3 years ago