So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
After much hinting and me going off, she clearly just didn’t care…
We eventually just started keeping the leftovers upstairs. If the guys ate it in a sitting, so be it, we at least had a teachable moment when they came and complained their stomach was upset.
So I have to cook for my clients every day. Leftovers from most meals are kept in our staff fridge because the guys will absolutely gorge themselves on them if left alone.
Every fucking morning, our old nurse would come in and head straight for the fridge to make a plate of those leftovers. Never once brought in her own breakfast or lunch. If the behaviorist didn’t cook something for her for lunch when she was serving the guys, she’d go right back in the fridge.
Say there was enough for a whole other meal and we planned to use it again, put a big label like “FOR FRIDAY’S DINNER.” It didn’t matter… You’d go in and there’d be a huge chunk missing. One day, she actually ate a half of a half-serving tray worth of meat. I went in the next day and flipped. “Oh, I didn’t know it was for today.” “IT HAS A LABEL ON IT THAT SAYS IT’S FOR DINNER! I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM NOW! YOU ATE HALF THE MEAT MEANT FOR 8 PEOPLE!” “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”
It didn’t stop her, either… The worse part is that she was skinny as a twig.
Just start calling her The Food Thief in front of people at every opportunity. Public shaming can be powerful.
After much hinting and me going off, she clearly just didn’t care…
We eventually just started keeping the leftovers upstairs. If the guys ate it in a sitting, so be it, we at least had a teachable moment when they came and complained their stomach was upset.
Likely that was her only food source.
Definitely not. She was salaried and made a little more than double what I do.