Today I had a small
internal conflict.
I work in a small office-type building, where you see the people from the other companies pretty often, and
smile and nod, or
say hi quietly.
The man who keeps things
looking nice around the building is
Len. He's a bit
eccentric, and his eyes
bulge. He also has an accent I haven't quiet placed yet. Somewhere
Mediterranean. Len is always
poking around, doing a few things at once.
So he was
spackling the walls to be repainted in the hallway, as well as refilling a
vending machine and
flushing all the toilets in the
women's washroom and testing all the taps. (I find this
extremely weird. He always pokes his head in before he enters and says "Hello...
Maintenance.")
Between the hallway, the bathroom and near the vending machine is a
small table with some chairs where people
eat lunch.
So I'm eating lunch, my
co-workers have already returned to work, and nobody is around. Except Len. And he's currently flushing. The vending machine door has been left open, with its wide
variety of
snack treats calling out to me. I cannot see them due to the
glare on the
plexi-glass door, but I know what's there.
Ms. Vicki's chips,
Bounty chocolate bars,
Excel gum,
Swedish Berries, and so much more.
So I
glance around, and it seems pretty quiet.
The candy is
very tempting. But this is my
workplace. What if someone where to see me? Would that young-ish lab-tech from a few doors down say "sweet, pass me the
Doritos"? What if Len comes out and tells the
property manager. I could
be in trouble. She could tell my bosses. They can
fire me.
I can't get a job with this pay anywhere else. But nobody's around. And Len left the door OBVIOUSLY open. He's
asking for trouble.
I'm sure he's punked a few
chocolate bars and
bags of chips while re-filling. I *could* just be closing the door.....
Besides, when we first moved into this building, someone stole a nice chair from us. We didn't deserve that. We treat this building with respect. *I* treat this building with respect.
I deserve a reward.
BING.
The
elevator, located directly across from the vending machines is here.
So I stay in my seat.
And look at my
bagel with cream cheese.
Not even
cheesy flavored.
Not even
sweet.
Not calling out to me.
So what if the elevator hadn't come?
Well, I'd probably have stayed seated anyhow.
I guess I just made it into an internal conflict
to make my self feel better about the fact that I only long to be a
bad-girl.
And Len would probably have found the bad-girl inside me to be
too sexy to handle. I don't think Len
gets out much.