So, I work in a legislative office. Every so often, we get little gifts and knick-knacks from interest groups wanting to catch our attention. For example, we received a wooden flash drive from the Michigan Timber Association, a pack of breath mints packaged in a fake "birth control" pack from Planned Parenthood, and various other blahblahblahs from the Michigan Whoziwhatsit Association.
But every spring, comes THE BOX. The Box contains in it every type of candy or snack that's bad for you imaginable from the Michigan Vendors and Distributors Association. After my boss rifles through and takes out what he likes, the box is free reign to my co-worker and I. The Box includes Twix, Twizzlers, Lemonheads, M&Ms, Cheezits, those little cheesy peanut butter cracker sandwiches, gum, fireballs, and other candies. Oh, and floss.
So The Box sits less than 10 feet from from my desk. Every time I turn around, I see it. Sitting. Waiting. Taunting. I think it's even staring at me. Calling me forth, beaconing me to give in to the chocolately-sugary-diabetesinabox temptation that it represents.
And every day until that box is gone, I will have to pretend it's not there. I will forsake the Twix and Twizzlers for my bananas and broccoli... yum, right? ... Right.
Don't bother looking for the Milky Ways in the picture. I already ate them in a moment of shame.
LOL @ the floss, and the phrase "diabetesinabox"
ReplyDeleteCan't you just ask your boss or other co-worker to take the box home or move it to another less tempting area?