{"id":1092,"date":"2015-03-31T03:09:14","date_gmt":"2015-03-31T03:09:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/torturedpotato.com\/the_comeback\/?p=1092"},"modified":"2015-03-31T03:09:14","modified_gmt":"2015-03-31T03:09:14","slug":"treats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/torturedpotato.com\/the_comeback\/?p=1092","title":{"rendered":"Treats!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the eternal battle of Sugar Vs. Salt I come down on the salty side every time. Give me chips, mixed nuts, crackers coated with mysterious &#8220;seasoning,&#8221; popcorn. Put salt on my dark chocolate. Make it so.<\/p>\n<p>There are two historical exceptions to my preferences. The first is after a nap. I rarely nap, for various reasons, but when I do, I wake up craving sugar. This is probably because I am thirsty. I read somewhere that when you&#8217;re dehydrated, you crave sugar. Instead of a cookie, have a glass of water. OK. <\/p>\n<p>Because I don&#8217;t have a problem overindulging in sugar, as in, I will not eat a whole box of cookies in one sitting, I don&#8217;t worry about the cookie. I just eat the cookie. And then I need some water (not milk, nope) to wash it down and lo and behold I feel better. <\/p>\n<p>The other exception was during both of my pregnancies. More so the first, I think, although I&#8217;d have to search my own blog archives and not right now, thanks. I wanted sugar when pregnant, I thought, because I had given up alcohol and alcohol is made of sugar. Also, alcohol gives you a little buzz and so does sugar. Also pregnant people are prone to dehydration. <\/p>\n<p>Everyone! Go drink some water right now! <\/p>\n<p>I have a third exception now. The third exception is that at work, I want sugar. It can be a reward for boring work (one gummy bear after each successful file transfer!), a way to spike up the general energy level of the day, something for my tongue to work on while I&#8217;m data entering or waiting for my computer to reboot for the fourteenth time. Today when I discovered there was no chocolate in my desk I was appalled. I ate the sour gummies, but where I would once have had one sour gummy and then moved on, I found my left hand reaching for the package as my right hand moved the mouse around, like &#8216;oh just totally working here, not thinking about candy at all&#8217;, and then I ate a second, a third, then a fourth. I was..consuming candy like someone who had a PROBLEM with candy.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t help that there is a 7-11 downstairs and around the corner from the office and you can get a little container of assorted used-to-be-penny-candy-now-costs-two-dollars for two dollars. Those marshmallow strawberries! Cola bottles! SOUR SOOTHERS. <\/p>\n<p>You would think that the portion of my life being a stay-at-home-parent to small children who love candy would have been the portion of my life during which I had to suddenly discipline my candy intake but no. I have made it through several Halloween\/Christmas\/Valentine\/Easter cycles without giving a good goddamn about all the candy in the house. It is the artificial environment of the modern office, combined with the proximity of the junk food, combined with the endorphin-less work I am doing (sometimes I find a file I&#8217;ve been looking for for a long time and I get a jolt of excitement that makes me mistrust my own integrity) that makes us all want something sweet. It&#8217;s not just me. I saw my co-worker&#8217;s drawer today and it was practically a corner store.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t take long for the brain to associate the rush of sugar with a reward. About half a doughnut. We reward ourselves and each other with sugar all the time. Office people bring doughnuts to work and share them around. I&#8217;ve done it. We bake for each other. We share our chocolate. We never offer around celery. We&#8217;re all trying to say &#8212; to each other, to ourselves &#8212; &#8216;you&#8217;re doing great, considering the circumstances. For someone whose gifts are nearly totally unused 7.5 hours a day, you&#8217;re making do remarkably well. Because no one ever praises another human for making-do, accept this Twizzler as a token of my appreciation. Then you will feel a little jolt of happiness and you will like me, and this job, and making-do, that much more. It&#8217;s not that bad, you will say. Sometimes it even feels good. That&#8217;s not the making-do! That&#8217;s the Twizzler! You could do a job that made you feel good just by you having done it, and then you wouldn&#8217;t need the Twizzler. But this is not that job.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>That makes the workplace sound more depressing and hopeless than I intend. It really is a good place, for what it is. And for what it isn&#8217;t, there&#8217;s compensation. And with compensation I can buy more SOUR SOOTHERS. <\/p>\n<p>Plus, the water is free.<br \/>\n(We should all drink more water)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the eternal battle of Sugar Vs. Salt I come down on the salty side every time. Give me chips, mixed nuts, crackers coated with mysterious &#8220;seasoning,&#8221; popcorn. Put salt on my dark chocolate. Make it so. There are two historical exceptions to my preferences. The first is after a nap. 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