WeirdoFat was just soooo hungry teehee! So the weird super fat I work with, the one who steals candy from disabled kids, has given me so much FPH material it's ridiculous. I have been withholding these juicy, beetus filled stories for fear of getting caught, but fuck it. Truth time: I don't work in an office, I work in a school. I changed related details just in case a shitlady coworker of mine ever came across my post or one of the many land whales I work with ever lurks in this sub. I don't care anymore. So one day I had a kid in my classroom laying on the mats in the cool down spot all day because he had a fever and we couldn't get in touch with his parents to pick him up. I share a room with this WeirdoFat mostly because special education is low on the priority list and we were forced to combine rooms because they needed the space.  Anyway, she offered to get lunch for the kid while I kept an eye on him (obviously we can't leave a kid alone in a classroom) and I gave her his lunch order. I should have been suspicious because it's a long walk to the cafeteria, but that first week back from winter break has my sleep schedule all fucked and I wasn't on my game.  School lunches SUCK these days. Not only are they super unhealthy, they taste like cardboard. I never eat the shitty free breakfasts they have or the shitty lunches. My cow-worker will eat the beetus breakfasts everyday and I have heard from other shitlady teachers that she is always asking them if they have leftovers or extra snacks.  Anyway, when she brings the kid his tray, the first thing I notice is that his tots are missing. When the kid asked where his side was, she said they were out (in retrospect, she obviously ate them and that's why she volunteered to get the food in the first place). Luckily he wasn't that hungry and he only ate half of his grilled cheese sandwich, a bite from the other half, and a few sips of chocolate milk (yes, this is how our tax dollars are feeding kids at low-income schools). I put his little tray in the trash and forgot about it. About four hours later I was able to leave my classroom to take the kid to his bus. When I came back, WeirdoFat was eating the other half of the grilled cheese!!! She literally waited until the second she was alone to fish a cold, crusty, soggy, nasty government cheese sandwich out of the TRASH...FOUR. HOURS. LATER. Not only that, the thing had been handled by a sick child!!! Her impulse control is so low she will eat out of a trash can after a sick kid. Even grosser, she drank the rest of the milk. I left the milk on a desk so it wouldn't leak in my trashcan and she drank it!  I could NOT believe it. I said "WeirdoFat, did you really just eat that out of the trash?!?!?!?!". She had no shame... "But petite-equestrian, I was just soooo hungry tee heee!!!". I had to turn around and walk out because, like many white chicks before me, I just literally couldn't even.