I can’t bring myself to pour on the ire this requires, but I’m certain that, given the topic, my fellow Dopers can help me out.
Not long after I started working for my current employer, I took to keeping a small jar on my desk filled with chocolate in various forms, usually Hershey’s Kisses. Anyone who wants to is welcome to a piece, especially since my immediate boss and the CEO are chocoholics, and I was pretty good at keeping it replenished. Three and a half weeks ago, however, I injured my knee and I’ve been on crutches ever since. This makes grocery shopping difficult to do unassisted. Actually, last night was the first time I was allowed by my friends to go to the store on my own and even then, it was with a promise that I would limit myself to essentials and stop shopping if my knee started hurting too badly. When I have gone shopping with friends, I’ve kept things light because I don’t want to presume on them too much, which means luxuries are out. I haven’t even bought the usual six-pack of cola I because it’s cheaper than buying it from the vending machine at work. I have chocolate at home; they sell candy bars in the vending machines at work; therefore, I haven’t bought chocolate for the jar.
Yesterday, the supply on my desk was down to one last kiss, the one no one wants to take lest he or she appear rude. Sure enough, a coworker of mine, one who’s constantly on a diet but who raids the jar at least once a week commented on it. Since I’d been trying to figure out if I could manage to buy bread for sandwiches that evening, I gently pointed out to her that it hadn’t been easy for me to buy groceries and chocolate wasn’t high on the list. She’s a nice person, so I left it at that.
Here’s what I wanted to say: if you want chocolate, buy it yourself. I can’t. OK, technically, I can, but right now I’ve got higher priorities. The week of work I missed because of this knee put a serious dent in my budget since I wasn’t paid for it. Chocolate, much as I would like to say otherwise, is a luxury, especially when I’m not the one eating the majority of it. I’m cranky and easily frustrated because I can’t walk, do grocery shopping, laundry, or a dozen other basic things easily. Buy your own bloody chocolate! For now, the jar will remain empty until I can go grocery shopping without using a cane or crutches and without being in severe pain afterwards. My fellow is taking me for a full grocery shop on Wednesday; even though he’s as big a chocoholic as I am, office chocolate isn’t on the list.