The Bittersweet Paradox

My job is a fun one, for the most part. It can be a little boring, but it definitely has its perks. We have lunch on the company twice a week or so, get treats on Friday afternoons, and have a generally fun time selling people things to help them urinate (I sell catheters). I once had a conversation with a man looking for erectile dysfunction supplies. Oh, the conversation that ensued...I will laugh about that until I die. While it's not exactly the dream I had for my life, it's definitely a good thing to be doing for now.

One of these "perks", however, is the cursed candy drawer in the break room. I find myself going back there to "get some water" much more often than being well-hydrated requires. Our dutiful receptionist keeps it stocked with things I just don't need to have constant access to. Seriously...it's an entire drawer full of nothing but chocolate. I've heard that if a man sees a beautiful woman in a grocery store, he will be constantly aware of her presence, always looking down all the aisles to get another glimpse of her. Is it wrong that I have the same level of awareness with the chocolate drawer?

So would you call that chocolate lust? You may need counseling... lol