February 20, 2013
The Vending Machine Battle 1.24.13
If you work a 9-5 type job, then you must despise the 3pm hour like I do. Well, I would hope you do, otherwise, this story is useless. Sort of. It's like a 'thing' , this here hour. It's pretty awful most days. I get overly tired, experience partial boredom, especially if it's pretty slow that day, and of course...hungry. It's more like I am hangry. Angry that I am hungry and am in need of a sugary , fatty snack. and also angry at, again, this 3pm hour. It's so dreadful. I feel once the clock strikes 3pm, it's time to hit the road, Jack! Seriously. It's a long enough day for all of us. I don't even get to work at 9...I am here about 8:20. I guess this story is a bit of a rant as well, but hopefully you can relate.
Well, I experienced everything I just mentioned above, today. I first grabbed a cup of Joe. That did nothing at all except keep my hands warm for about 2 minutes. I mean I guess I'm chilly, but the coffee was supposed to do its job and perk me up a bit. Fail. He's fired. I wasn't too bad with my calorie intake today, as I just had my morning coffee, (skim and two splenda's), water, a 90 calorie granola bar around 9am. Then I felt decently hungry around 11:30, so I had a hummus pita wrap with lettuce, pickles,and tomato from a local deli near my work which I picked up on Tuesday. (it's reallllly yummy). Then I had more water, and around 1:30pm I had a bowl of Puffins Peanut Butter and Chocolate Cereal with skim. Have you bought a box yet?? Do it! So yeah, I mean, maybe that's not enough food...but again, I try my damnedest to stay in control of what I eat during the work week. I hope to hit the gym tonight....but I'm pretty tired. I didn't sleep well last night; probably only got three hours in, and well, frankly, I want to make soup..and maybe brownies.....hmmmm.
So back to this Mean Beast we are talking about here. Around 3:30....I tanked. I gave in. I slipped my $1 bill into this mean machine...pressed 'E1', and low and behold...a 3 Musketeers Bar popped out. Jerk! A tiny part of me wishes it would have gotten stuck in its coil. Just a teeny tiny bit. I mean, after all, these things ALWAYS get stuck. I know I shouldn't be blaming it..it is my fault. I'm the one who walked down the long hallway just for something sweet. Something chocolaty. But still...it's not fair. They are so tempting and they know exactly what they are doing. I think vending machines are on every one's mind, but wayyyy back in the mind. They are in the way way back corner just waiting for you to "feed them," if you will. Not cool. I have a tiny piece left now of my candy bar...so it's been a good hour since I "purchased" it. I still ate it slow and savored each fluffy nougat filled chunk, (I have always had a weakness for a 3 Musketeers Bar)...Halloween? Forget about it. The neighborhood kids hated my house because I always told them that there were so many other kids who stopped by, that we were all out of candy. Oops.
I don't feel guilty or anything like that, and I rarely grab a snack from those beasts, but I don't know...what do you think about them? Do you visit them a lot? Do you just have to have something sweet before you finally leave the office for the night? Do you give into it a lot? I still blame, if anything, the dreaded 3pm hour. I won't be leaving here until about 5:30ish....at the end of the day though, we are drained, exhausted, hungry, or just have that sweet tooth, and want to go home. I am seriously considering getting one more little snack before I leave...and that is Peanut Brittle. Ugh. We will see. That sweet tooth of mine is really persistent today.