Room 1302: Free Food

Poor Man’s Mentality. I think that’s what it’s called. Well, whatever it is, I have it. And my biggest weakness is free food. Holy shit. Doesn’t matter what it is either. It’s free, right? So it must be good. Heaven forbid that you have a candy dish. Because yes, I will partake, thank you very much. And there’s that damn side table in the main office that always has some sort of chip/donut/hummus/chocolate something on it. I can’t just go in and check the mail like a normal person. I have to eat something. I have no shame about it either. Here’s a “for instance”: eating lunch on the plaza (I even think I was a good kid and brought my Lean Cuisine that day) when my coworker said that today was the day of the marketing department’s monthly potluck. The speculation over leftovers ensued. The anticipation over the “come and get it” email was torturous. Then as we were walking back to the annex, we could see people streaming out of the back doors heading to the marketing trailer. Shit! I started running. Seriously. I couldn’t let Finance get all the good stuff. And was I hungry? No, not really. I just ate. Didn’t matter, folks. It was free. And I couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

Amenities of Room 1302: Free room service (but you must bring your own fork). Shattered candy dish. Sorry, No Willpower allowed.