Seriously! So then I felt like I had to take a muffin in order to prove that it was OK to eat a fucking muffin (whitey!), even though I actually wasn't even hungry. Ridiculous.

I have walked up to co-workers and pointed at their food and said "Oh my! Look at your food!" And then I pause and say "Don't you hate it when people talk about what you're eating? It's so rude."

I figure I've done my pro-active job. They've been warned.

You can ask me questions about it, if you're interested, but no proclamations or deductions, please. Keep those silent.

Tep, wow. That would have send me in to a raging fury. "It's ironic you're so worried about your health, because you making these nasty comments is about to get you punched in the face. And this sugar rush is making me extra strong!"

Seriously, people are so weird.

ION, I overslept so badly today, I don't even know. I know I got little sleep night before, but I went to bed at 12:30 and expected to wake up about 9am, and didn't think about setting an alarm. 1:45 pm. WTH? It's overcast and rainy, but that's ridiculous.

I also just went and bought chocolate at CVS when I was running my errands. The chocolate is to re-stock my department's jar; fortunately, Tactless!co-worker is not in my department and doesn't need to know there's food awaiting her moralizations.

I opened the bag of chocolate and my co-workers fell upon it like feral editors. *They* have no judgments to pass on food (other than "There isn't MORE?!?").

beth, thank you for sharing that. I shared it on Facebook. I wish everyone in America would read that.

Steph, discussion of each other's food is one of the reasons I'm glad I don't work in my office anymore. Argh, hearing one co-workers go on and on about how many fucking Points were in everything we ate made me crazy. Once in the cafeteria she got in line with a bowl of, I dunno, watermelon and celery or some such, and crowed, "There's no Points in this at all!" With my plate of eggs, cheese, and bacon in hand, I said, "There's no food in it either!" The guy behind me in line laughed out loud. He had sausages and pancakes.

Her Weight Watchers phase coincided with my first foray into Atkins. We argued about food a lot.

(Yes, of course plants are food. I was irritated.)

Just because there aren't any points in it, doesn't mean there aren't calories.

edited for grammar, because I know verb agreement, darn it.

Heh, the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

Because most downtown peeps are unwilling to walk more than a block to get their same damn boring grilled chicken on caeser salad lunch. But walking twenty minutes and back to get something in Chinatown or North Beach produced infinitely more delicious results.

There was kind of a culture - at least in the law firms I worked - that it was almost unseemly to get something delicious. You were too busy! Too productive! Order in a turkey sandwich!

At Orrick they have a food trough for attorneys to keep them in-house and working through lunch. Sandwiches and salads there for the taking. (If you're an attorney.)

the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

When was this?

Although I'm kinda suspecting your being male played into that.

My old boss used to critique my food as migraine triggers, which was my favourite. Not sad he got shitcanned. And my new work best friend did once poke at the nutritional value of my food, but after I proved him wrong and backed it up with the internet, he pretty much just hands me the Sour Kids and doesn't say anything unless I seem to contradict myself.

When was this?

Mostly at Orrick since that desk was out in the open. Late 90s? Also that office was closest to NB and Chinatown (not true anymore since they've moved South of Market.)

You know, if you deprive yourself of ice cream and other pleasures, you may not live longer, but it will certainly seem like it.