I work for a small

I work for a small dotcom that survived the big bust by scaling back on the “perks”. They didn’t ditch everything though. They still keep the kitchen stocked with beer and wine for after hours and they also keep some snacky-type food around.
Every time the office manager goes to the store she goes around and asks if anyone needs or wants anything. I’ve been here for 1 1/2 years and never asked for anything. I don’t drink even when not pregnant and I’m not fond of the snacks they usually get.
Until a few weeks ago. All I asked for was a box of Ding Dongs. Nothing big, just something to hold over my chocolate craving. And she forgot. She remembered Diet Coke, imported beer, crackers and pretzels but not my Ding Dongs. But I forgave her anyway.
Today she came around and asked again. I mentioned the Ding Dongs but said I’d settle for anything chocolate, oh and we’re almost out of plastic forks. She went to the store and came back. More Diet Coke, some red wine, there’s some Chex Mix and she remembered the forks. But still no chocolate for Allison.
It’s a conspiracy I’m telling you. They are undermining my ability to become the Bovine Matriarch that I know I am deep inside. They are “helping” me keep a healthy diet. I don’t want help. I WANT MY DING DONGS!
I feel better now.
UPDATE: Okay, she may have forgotten a couple times but she proved she really is an angel because when I came to work this morning there were Ding Dong’s on my desk. I’m chalking this rant up to pregnancy hormones.