Me vs. the Candy

So there's this guy Ken who is the PM for the group I'm working with out here in RTP. and he used to sit with Paul, across the hall, when I was in my swanky office that I inherited from a STSM (or some other acronym that stands for somebody more important than me). Anyways, Ken always has a plastic jar fully of candy in his office, specifically the chocolate variety.

When we sat in the offices, occasionally I would stop by and chit-chat w/ Paul, who's my friend and mentor, but in reality the reason I was there was so I could gank a piece of candy.

So about a week or 2 ago we all moved into cubicles, and in the 4-plex of cubes where I am are Paul and Ken. Ken has taken to placing his jar of candy on a table in the middle of our area. Buried within are numerous mini Reese's Peanut Butter cups, and they are calling out my name so loudly as to almost drown out everything else. It's really very distracting. "Laura," they cry, "eat us! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaase eat us!"

Paul tried several different methods to try to stop me from eating the candy. He even put some earplugs in a plastic bag with a note "In case of candy" nearby, in case the ear plugs would block out the sound of the candy screaming at me. It was to no avail. But then he stumbled upon a brilliant solution! Paul flipped the candy jar so that the opening was underneath.

The comparative silence was deafening. Not only was the candy made inaccessible due to it being trapped under the jar, but it didn't even seem as appealing. A yucky half-melted piece slid disconsolately down the side of the interior. Not a sound was heard emerging from the bottom of the jar. For at least half an hour, I had peace, until Ken came along and flipped it back over.

*sigh*

Oh well, I guess I'll just tack another half hour of running into the week's schedule...