I think I am making my first friend at work. Barbara is a web developer here and helps us put our programs and products online, design interactive web modules, etc.
Also, the company provides us with coffee, teas, sodas, etc. in our little kitchen. There are also a few snacky items that are available to everyone. I've been doing very well with eating a good breakfast every morning and with packing a healthy lunch. I was feeling sort of virtuous about all this. When I was looking for the Splenda in one of the cabinets a couple of days ago, I stumbled upon what seems to be a limitless supply of 1) cinnamon and brown sugar Pop-Tarts, and 2) sour apple Blow Pops.
It's like they read my diary of guilty pleasures. Curse these Pop-Tarts. They whisper to me every day.
[bangs on head desperately with eyes squeezed shut: "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"]