Granola is crunchy

I’m at work, eating handfuls from a 1kg bag of 5-grain maple raisin granola that I keep in my desk drawer. One of these bags will usually last me at least 3 or 4 days, and is so much better than the little overpriced bags of chips that my coworkers all buy from the vending machine in the lunchroom. I’ve got an entire filing-sized drawer that’s dedicated to tea, fruit/veggie juice boxes, crackers, etc. Some neckless dude at a nutrition shop once told me that the best thing for keeping your metabolism up is to eat lots of small meals throughout the day, rather than stuffing yourself with 2 or 3 big ones. So instead of eating a breakfast or lunch, I just snack a half-dozen times.
The only downside is that every week or so I need to make a trip to the grocery store in Armstrong to replenish my supply… and it’s impossible to walk from the parking lot to my office, while carrying a couple bags of food, without some asshole exclaiming “what’d ya bring me?” Will those stupid at-work phrases ever grow old and die? I say at-work because nobody talks to their friends, family, or strangers on the street like that… just the people that they see every day at work and don’t have anything intelligent to say to. “Workin hard or hardly workin?” There’s another frickin gem. Somebody said that once back in 1926, his chums thought it was hilarious, they all told the story to their families that night at the dinner table, and it was passed down through 3 generations of factory and office workers.
Well, its 16:25 now, time to go home. Another day, another dollar.
Kiss my ass.