Oink oink

Every workplace has one. There's always one person who is first in line whenever there is food. The person who takes several cookies even if there is only enough for everyone to have one.

Our particular food hound has almost supernatural powers. The sniffer can be on a different floor but if you mention food at all - BAM - there she is.

Those ears must be perked at all times.

Recently someone brought us breakfast. Mostly, it was muffins (and anyone who reads this blog regularly knows muffins have special meaning for us). There were enough for everyone to have one with maybe half a dozen left over. The sniffer ate 3 right of the back. And came back for another one mid-morning. And was angry when there weren't any left the next day.

More muffins. MORE MUFFINS!

Today, we got to Tartarus to find the sniffer searching all over the staff room. "Wasn't there any food left over from the event last night," she demanded. 

"Nope," we said.

She just huffed and stomped off, probably grumbling about greedy people.

Gotta find more food.