They still staring at you like you’re going to produce more food outta your pocket, which they will gladly eat because they want something fresh, not the stale shit that has yet to be cooked, or opened because, why bother with making a meal, right?
So fam is still pissed that I didn’t think of them during my lunch break, buy their meals during that time, go back to work– find a place to store it–that no one will touch it–cause work fam are food thieves–and reclaim it after my shift’s done.
Never mind fam-fam could go and get themselves some food at any time before they see me. More importantly, when they do get food, they make sure I know it’s only just for one person, even when I don’t ask them about it.
There has to be that one fam member so intent on knowing what you had to eat, they rip open your bag, and open the container to inspect the food for themselves. And if you walked away, you can best believe a portion was scooped out, regardless of whether you ate off of the meal or not.
By the way, don’t let the meal contain poultry, seafood (shrimp), or beef. Hell, even a salad with the right toppings is in danger of being portioned out.
\Sometimes your meal will be shared with everyone but you, because, “you already had some.”
If I ever hear, “boy, you ate all the bacon off this cobb salad,” ever again it’ll be too soon.
This his how I make a game off this mess. I order the salads with sometimes no toppings. Just iceberg lettuce with olive oil, and salt and pepper. Eat that, fam. BBQ wings? I lick the sauce off each piece that goes home.
Yes, it gets a bit freaky in the break room, but that’s between me and HR now. Apparently harassing wings is a thing now, as well as wing sensitivity training.