{"id":4384,"date":"2013-07-25T23:51:03","date_gmt":"2013-07-26T06:51:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/of.jennism.com\/?p=4384"},"modified":"2013-07-25T23:52:58","modified_gmt":"2013-07-26T06:52:58","slug":"snacks-at-companies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/?p=4384","title":{"rendered":"Snacks at companies"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ever since I read <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thebolditalic.com\/michelletea\/stories\/2931-i-was-paid-to-eat-snacks\">&#8220;I was paid to eat snacks&#8221;<\/a>, my secret love of free food (especially snacks) has come out.  Full frontal. Unashamed.<\/p>\n<p>Because who doesn&#8217;t love snacks?  Especially when they&#8217;re free?<\/p>\n<p>Unlike the rest of America, I grew up starved of afternoon snacks.  I come home after school after a long squawky-voice-of-neighbors-mother-who-is-helicopter-parent-carpool ride and snacks are not present.  After all, that is the Chinese way.  <i>You eat when it is dinner.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Occasionally, my mom would offer up fruit or something unsatisfying food.  Although granted, I was used to it and never thought to have snacks&#8230;until college.  Suddenly with a small salary from my IT job, I could afford ridiculous amount of snacks.  Candy, pretzels, juice.  You name it.  But the fact that I had to pay for it often took away from the joy.<\/p>\n<p>As in: I JUST ATE $3 IN TWO MINUTES.  Because as you know, every cent counts as a college student.<\/p>\n<p>That continued for another 6 years through graduate school.  Then boom, it was over.  Real world.  Real salaries.  Real offices.  (Sort of, my first job was in the VP of Engineering&#8217;s apartment.)<\/p>\n<p>Then suddenly as I entered the world of real jobs.  That is, real office jobs, I discovered FREE SNACKS.  I had this habit of getting up every 30 minutes to get snacks.  Sometimes I would feign going to the restroom (which was of course in an apartment, awkwardly placed between everything) then I would do this crazy sidestep to the snack counter.  Jackpot.<\/p>\n<p>Then later, I got a real office job.  In a design agencies no less.  No there, people cared about quality.  Although I still gorged on the Red Vines.  Then at my next company\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe smallest one yet, my voice finally found its purpose.  Because now I had say.  And now I could say NO YUCKY CHEEZ STIX, LETS HAVE DRIED FRUIT.  (You see I had become all organic and wholesome, by this point).  One time, the head of the company sent me to Trader Joe&#8217;s where I went on a shopping spree of dried fruit, high-end trail mix, and lightly crisped chips paired with gently mixed guacamole.  This is also the period in my life where I baked.  Cookies and muffins magically appeared on our snack table.  I had discovered the best way to get rid of my unwanted snacks.<\/p>\n<p>Then I entered the world of being in-house.  That is, in tech.  You see, by this point, I had visited Google and Twitter, loving the fact that they had free food.  But snacks?  Well, I loved the magical arrays of beverages\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot just soda mind you.  Expensive teas, Odwalla juices, coconut water.  Then the candies.  Cheese wheels!  Did I just walk into a snack room?<\/p>\n<p>But I remember when an executive once mentioned as the company was struggling, &#8220;We can&#8217;t take away the snacks.  That will send a message.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Today, I attended an industry event held at a large office.  While everyone chattered, I grabbed a bag of sour watermelon and a bottle of sweet tea.  It was so tasty.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ever since I read &#8220;I was paid to eat snacks&#8221;, my secret love of free food (especially snacks) has come out. Full frontal. Unashamed. 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