Come on, ladies. You sound like a damn Cathy cartoon. "I'd eat dog shit if it made me skinny"? You are sad, and your gross powdered "food" makes me sad. You have time to cook, it's just that you're too lazy. Hell, I see you wandering out of your classroom and making the teacher next door watch them while you slowly make an eighteenth cup of green tea. You are sad. Sad, sad, sad. Perhaps the saddest thing of all is how pretty and healthy you look, and you can't even be grateful for it. I know everyone has personal goals and shit, but there's a limit. I've found her... the one person at work I don't like. And it's not just that. She also drops the kids off early at science during my break. What's wrong? Can't go an hour without complaining about not eating and guzzling down tea?! Jeepers.
Otherwise, work is fine. But man.