Meaty Manager Megan - Part 2

Meaty Megan's journey continues with thanks to long time supporter James. Plenty more where this came from, so look forward to Megan's future.

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Megan had found herself quite the little beneficial routine. A creme filled donut in the morning with her coffee, and a warm and toasty sandwich at lunch from the cafe. This seemed to be supplying her with enough brain food to blast through reports all day long. Over the course of a few weeks she settled into her new routine, and things at her new position were going better than ever, or at least so she thought.

One day around 11am one of the girls in her department busted into her office. “I can’t stand Frankie. He’s so lazy!” Becky began. “Megan, can you please get him fired?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“Becky, you know I don’t have that sort of authority.” She said calmly. “So tell me, what did Frankie do this time?”

“It’s more like what he didn’t do!” Becky slammed her foot on the ground, throwing herself into one of the chairs in front of Megan’s desk, her plush office softened body jiggling slightly from all the force. Becky wasn’t much older than Megan, but had not worked as hard, and therefore was not climbing the ladder as fast. Becky also didn’t quite get along with everyone. Megan had met her when she first started here three years ago. During that time she watched as her co-worker, formerly skinny like she was, turn into a bit of a chunker. Megan never said anything as they weren’t too close, and she also didn’t want to be on Becky’s bad side.

“Well Becky, he turns his reports in on time, usually last minute, but they are never late. So there really isn’t much I can do.” Megan tried to reason with her stubborn subordinate. 

“Ugh! Fine, whatever Megan! No help you are.” Becky yelled as she flung herself out of the chair and out of the room. Megan was just left to rub her temples. That was until she felt like grabbing something that would cure her headache. Soon she found herself in the breakroom grabbing the last donut from the communal box. Taking the first sinful bite, Megan once again felt the weight of the world lift off her shoulder. Each flakey and creamy bite was a delight and washed away any stress she was currently feeling.

Some tensions had been running high in the office, and Becky wasn’t the only one out of sorts. Due to Megan’s recent promotion from peer to middle management, she now seemed like the go to person whenever there was a problem. When problems built up, Megan needed a fix. She had started to become a great fix for the office, but Megan needed her fix in a different kind of way. Two co-workers having a disagreement? A donut can solve that. Someone's late report keeping the team from pushing through their numbers? Yep a donut can solve that one too. 

By the end of her third month of her promotion, Megan was having on average three to four donuts a day, and it was starting to show. The habit had started so innocently, but now Megan relied on her sugary treats to make it through even the most mundane of days. Megan’s professional attire started to feel a bit tight. She had a hard time cinching her skirts, and depending on how she sat she could feel the buttons on her blouse taking on some additional pressure. 

Realizing this, Megan thought she might have to cut back, she had always been skinny and didn’t want that to change now. But kicking a habit she found much harder than starting one.