Call me Wayne Brady and stand back because I am about to come unglued. Unhinged. Undone.
I'm hoping everyone who has to share workspace - and anyone who is overweight - will appreciate the magnitude of this situation.
So here at the old forced labor camp (aka the marketing department of a really good company)we're all somewhat overweight. It's the stress. Not the donuts, not the endless free lunches from Chili's, it's The Stress. Cortisol is causing our collective weight to rise - sharply.
The range of overweighted-ness ranges from "could drop a few pounds" to "clinically obese."
Luckily - knock wood, cross fingers ::thew, thew:: - I am way closer to the "need to lose a few" than "is that a man or a woman?"
And so our benevolent employer offered to pay half the fee for us to join Weight Watchers. A group leader comes by the office every Tuesday, weighs us, gives us a pep talk, reminds us to avoid donuts like they are plague-carrying rats and sends us on our merry way with recipes for Celery Surprise. Yeay!
Side note: I did lose two pounds last week. The first week. Don't want to get crazy and set the bar too high - I'll take two pounds.
Got back to my shared office after weigh-in yesterday only to find (actually, I didn't find her because she sits on the other side of a seven-foot partition running the length of the room) my bunkmate eating what could only have been - judging by the aroma - a big, ol' bacon, cheddar cheese burger with fries, onion rings, mashed potatoes and a side of pot roast with gravy.
DAMN, woman! Do you know there are people trying to be good over here? Can't you take all that saturated fat to one of the half dozen break rooms in this building? Wouldn't you like to watch CNN - or, more likely, Andy Griffith - with your lunch?
So I hollered over the partition: "Bunky, You. Are. Killing. Me."
And she giggled.
Oh, she knew what she was doing. You see, she outweighs me by at least 50 pounds - she is corn fed - and has absolutely no interest in slimming down. And I think she's jealous of my bigger-than-it-should-be-but-still-got-it-goin'-on hourglass. She is definitely apple-shaped. Bless her heart.
The question now is: Where do I hide the body? And how the hell do I drag it out of here without security noticing? And how do I do it? Do I climb over the partition while she's on a conference call, and her back is to me, and stab her in the jugular with a spork?
I hail from one of the organized-crime capitals of the US - maybe I should get on Classmates.com and phone a friend. Make it look like an accident...like she choked on her freakin' cheeseburger.