I've been in a bit of a funk lately. (Trying to get out of it, so don't worry.) But I realized something today, as I sought some solace in the form of cookies, caramel and chocolate (with a side of Diet Coke.) When I was in junior high and high school, the vending machines always provided us hyper little teenagers with the freshest licorice, chewiest gummies, fluffiest Three Musketeers imaginable.
But every workplace I've ever been in has vending machines which provide stale, melted, chocolate-so-old-it's-turning-white fare.