Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

tea for two

One of my (very sweet I know it's very sweet) coworkers keeps bringing me stuff. Well, not ME - me and everyone else on our team. It's very sweet, I mentioned that, right?


However, I don't like it, and I'm trying to put my finger on it. One factor is that she focuses on a specific kind of food that I'm not a fan of, but sometimes I take it home for Crockett to eat, so that's not a big deal. I think that in a bigger sense, it's just because I feel like she's doing me favors and I then owe her.

I read somewhere recently (and am far too lazy to look it up so you're just going to have to take my word for it) that we like the people that we have done favors for more than the people that do us favors.

I guess that means she really likes me?

Well, unless she reads this blog.

Edit: ht to my fabulous new work friend who is without nickname for finding this article that backs me up.

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