Wednesday, April 15, 2009

For Realz

I don't know if I've covered this before or not, but there are some people in my office that BLOW my mind... I mean I just don't even function on their level... so I can't comprehend it when I see it.

Today my department had a big lunch meeting... so you all know where this is going. There were leftovers - fajita leftovers to be exact. If you're not from Texas - this may mean nothing to you... but there isn't much better down here food wise... fajitas might be one of my love languages... but I'm not sure yet. They didn't make the book - so I'm going to have to flush that idea out completely.

So you know, here I am - girl that still thinks of herself as being 320 pounds - freaking out that someone is going to see me getting food from the leftovers. Irrational, I know... but until you've been the fat girl... you just don't know how emotionally that would mess with you.

In comes two of our administrative people... and I saw one of them make 3 plates! (THREE) Another of them made himself a plate for lunch... and another plate for dinner... when I walked out - he was making another plate and talking about a 4th. Can you imagine?

How is it okay that I'm freaking out about taking enough to make 1 fajita and these people took between 6 and 8 of them a piece? Wouldn't you feel weird about that?

Or maybe it's just me wanting to make sure that everyone else in the office gets a chance to eat...