I've been at my job for almost three months now. And so far, so good.
The writing and researching part is good. The copious amounts of food is bad.
Besides the cocktail parties and other media functions involving buffets and giant finger food platters, it just doesn't stop.
We get delivered, by fodey companies, new food products every day. Like chocolates, sauces, drinks, sweets, it doesn't end. We scoff.
Yesterday I got free toothpaste and shampoo and I was relieved.
We are coordinating a trade show - food trade show, that is - next week and we are entitles to eat as many pies, ice creams, sodas and cakes as we like apparently.
I am going to turn into a butter ball any minute. And things are finally going great with Steve - but now I might squash him if I roll over.
Right. Off to cake baking contest, where I get to take home three large cakes. Shit.