Tuesday, 14 December, 2010
This afternoon a couple of the Vice Presidents brought pie to work and came around telling us to go get a piece out of the kitchen. I realized what a sticky business it will be, having to politely refuse people's offers of food--especially at the holidays. And especially because, for 37 years, I have been a wiling guinea pig for all edible offerings. It's actually kind of nice to have an excuse to not accept food, but I really don't want to have to explain why to everyone. Not that I'm keeping it a secret, but it's just a hassle I don't want to have to deal with. Especially because everyone suddenly comes up with a friend or family member or coworker or ex-boyfriend who had celiac disease and they did this, that, or the other thing to make it all better. There's nothing I hate more than unsolicited medical advice. Nothing.