Help! I Ruined a Beloved Tradition at Work. But My Nasty Co-Worker Left Me No Choice.
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Help! I Ruined a Beloved Tradition at Work. But My Nasty Co-Worker Left Me No Choice.
"I pay a fee to a local farm co-op where I pick up a basket of fresh produce every week. There is no picking or choosing beyond allergies, but I end up with bags of fresh produce. More than I can use-even with pet rabbits! I usually take the leftover produce to my work. I end up exchanging recipes and even get zucchini bread back as a thank you."
"She started ranting about how I should have thought about her first because her grandbaby needed a bigger bed, and I never brought anything good and was just selfish. I had to step back. I should have shut my mouth, but my anger bubbled over. I asked Kathy why the hell she thought she would be on my radar when I live on the opposite side of town in a third-story walk-up."
An employee pays a fee to a local farm co-op and receives weekly baskets of produce, often with more than can be used. The employee brings leftovers to work, where colleagues exchange recipes and items in an informal break-room swap. A coworker named Kathy, a grandmother raising grandchildren, routinely paw through offerings, complain about quality, take a few items, and never say thank you. Kathy receives public assistance but voices entitlement about being prioritized. A confrontation erupts when the employee brings clothes and blankets and mentions selling furniture, prompting an angry reply about logistics and expectations.
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