Food politics at the office
Back when Sheila Dixon was still mayor and the Twitter feed FakeSheilaDixon was on a roll, there was a particularly amusing post that touched on a topic hotter than a pair of ill-gotten Jimmy Choos: office food politics.
"Someone should tell [Deputy Mayor] Andy Frank to cool it with the Indian leftovers in the microwave," FakeSheilaDixon wrote last fall.
I checked with the deputy mayor at the time to find out if he really was stinking up the second floor of City Hall with reheated tikka masala. Frank copped to eating Indian but said he'd never reheated it at the office, much less in the mayoral microwave.
The FakeTikkaMasala matter came to mind today when an editor floated the idea of a story about eating in the office.
There are issues beyond unwelcome aromas wafting from the next cubicle.
People feeling the need to slip out to their cars, for example, so they can eat junk food out of sight from disapproving colleagues. Or co-workers hogging the office fridge with their haul from the lunch-hour farmers' market.
Years ago, when I was at The Hartford Courant, there was a heated battle in one of the suburban bureaus over the contents of the vending machines. Some reporters wanted it stocked only with healthful offerings, while others insisted the chips and candy bars should remain. (I was in another bureau and can't remember which side won out, the nutrition Nazis who didn't trust their own willpower or the junk food junkies.)
If you have any sticky office-food issues -- sticky keyboards included -- I'm all ears.
Sun file photo of the Indian food Andy Frank did not heat up in Mayor Sheila Dixon's microwave