Dear Fatty... It's your fault I'm a Shitlady! Back when I was working at a local environmental lab, we had a sudden influx of fatty employees. I'm really not sure why they were hired as we were super close to a university and could have had our pick of human employees. But, I digress... Everyday. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. they could all be found congregating in the break room eating. What they were eating didn't really matter, the point of the matter is that they were always in there eating something. It only started really getting on my nerves when it came to my job... But, their choices don't impact others, right!? We were in a production lab which meant that our analyses needed to be conducted in a relatively quick manner as our clients needed the results for their own EPA reports and to make adjustments to their own processes, etc. Basically, they couldn't do anything until they had our numbers. A lot of our tests require constant eyes-on or are timed to the minute, which means that we have various timers throughout the lab going off every couple minutes. And guess where the fatties are...?? Ya... in the break room. So, I was forced to run around to work on all these other tests (that weren't even in my department sometimes...) to ensure that our clients got the data. If it was a simple matter of letting the fatties fail, I would have done so. But in the majority of cases, these tests were rushes and the clients needed expedited results, and in some cases, we only had limited sample to work with. And me being the perfectionist that I am, all the tests got done, but I was left a ragged mess after months of this went on. Luckily, I'm self-employed now and don't have to deal with fatties unless I'm subjected to seeing them (which is still more often than I'd like).  tl/dr: fatties prefer eating over doing their job... shocker