Histrionics Over Half a Loaf of Bread

The last six months have been crazy stressful. I haven’t been this stressed since I first found out dad had cancer.

Last week, I worked the equivalent of two and a half weeks to get things to the point where I can tread water. (The water is at lower lip level.)

I should have come in this weekend but I could not do it. I have had the best of intentions to come in early this week but I could not get out of bed.

I even fell asleep before midnight last night and slept for a solid 6 ½ hours. I rarely fall asleep before 1am (usually closer to 2am) and I am a light sleeper so I usually don’t sleep through the night.

To say I have been on edge is a bit of an understatement so when I went into the fridge at work to see what I could have for breakfast and noticed that more than half my loaf of bread was gone, I blew a gasket.

It’s not like it is food leftover from a meeting that has been set out specifically to be eaten.

A friend suggested that they might have thought it was “communal” food. I don’t buy it. We have never had a loaf of sliced bread as an up-for-grabs item. If that was truly the thought, the bread would have been gone the day I put it in the fridge.

No, I think someone was helping themselves thinking they could get away with it. I might not have noticed except I haven’t had any toast since last week- and only two slices. Two slices versus half a loaf is kind of obvious.

Another friend thinks I should poison the rest of the bread to teach him/her/them a lesson. Nothing dangerous- of course…. Laxatives could be amusing- especially now that I am not sure if I want to eat it since I don’t know whose grubby entitled hands were in my food. I am generally not overly squeamish about germs but I am thinking the worst at this point.

Is it wrong of me to think that one should not eat someone else’s food? In the extreme, it is theft. But that aside- it is incredibly rude and disrespectful.

It is not about the money, it is about the principle.

I have shared food with people who have asked for some (and offered if they showed interest in something I was eating). At least tell me that you helped yourself because you had worked late and was desperate for something to eat. Usually I ask that people not eat the last of something- there is little I hate more than going in for something only to find crumbs.

I have my suspicions who the culprit may be. Someone who has helped himself to other things before, has entitlement issues to the extreme (though entitlement seems to be the norm these days), was sick as a child so is used to being indulged and is the only son of a Chinese family.

Well, he is dealing with the oldest daughter of a Chinese family who has put up with a lot of crap in the past and refuses to be stepped on. And no, I am not evolved enough to turn my cheek.

If it is who I think it is, he better watch out.

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~ by angryegg on January 27, 2010.

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