The Food Cube
Okay. I have the wonderful distinction, if you can call it that, of having my cube directly across from the department 'food cube' . That means every time there is a birthday, special day, retirement, bahmitzvah, ect... someone brings some sort of food-stuff product in, a mass email goes out to the department, and the next thing you know, there are 30 seemingly starved women huddled around the 'food cube' . It's a scene not much unlike a mass of vultures awaiting their chance to devour some recently deceased critter on the side of the highway. It's not that I have anything against bringing in snacks for special occasions, a cake for someone's birthday, or a bunch of pizzas to celebrate some company achievement. What bothers me is that it's completely distracting for that many people to be hanging out so close to my cube. Does this make me a bad, anti-social person? I don't know. Maybe I'm just easily annoyed.