u/Breq4Solace

I genuinely enjoy cooking and I have a habit of making extra when I bake or prep something on week ends. A few times over the past few months I've brought things in to share a tray of brownies, some cookies, once a big batch of roasted chickpeas because I made way too many. Nothing elaborate, just surplus from stuff I was already making.

People seemed to appreciate it, which was nice. Became a casual thing.

There's one guy, I'll call him Derek, who works in a different part of the office but somehow always appears within about ten minutes of anything being put in the break room. Fine, that's what the break room is for. The issue is the portion sizes. Last time I brought in a full tray of about 24 brownies, I stepped away for maybe 25 minutes and came back to find Derek had stacked literally eight of them on a plate at his desk. I watched him go back for a second plate later.

I didn't say anything because it felt petty to police brownie distribution. But other people had barely gotten any, a few people mentioned it, and one coworker who I know had been looking forward to them missed out entirely. This has happened more than once with different things. He's not doing anything technically wrong, the food is there for anyone. But th e unspoken understanding of "communal office food" seems to be completely absent for him.

I'm at the point where I either stop bringing things in, or only bring enough for my immediate team and don't put it in the general break room. Would I be the asshole for just quietly stopping the whole thing?

So I rent an apartment and with it comes one assigned parking spot, number 14, it's literally painted on the asphalt and listed in my lease. I went to visit my parents for two weeks in July, took the train so my car stayed home.

Come back, my spot has someone else's car in it. A silver Honda I've never seen before. I figure okay, maybe someone had a guest, whatever, I park on the street for the night. Next morning the car is still there. I knock on a few doors, nobody claims it. I leave a note on the windshield saying hey this is an assigned spot, please move. Nothing happens for two days. I finally ask the building manager and she goes "oh that's probably Linda from 2F, she said spot 14 was empty and she needed the space."

So I go talk to Linda. And this is where it gets good. She looks at me completely calm and says "well you weren't using it." Like that's just a normal thing to say. I told her it's my spot, it's in my lease, I was on vacation. She goes "I didn't know how long you'd be gone, it seemed abandoned."

I said it wasn't abandoned, my car was literally right there. She kind of shrugged and said "well I need the spot more than you do, I have a bad knee." I just stared at her. A bad knee. That's the reason she gets my assigned parking spot apparantly. I went back to the manager, showed her my lease, and asked her to handle it formally. Linda's car was gone by that evening. Linda has not spoken to me since which honestly is fine, I don't need that energy.

The part that still gets me is she genuinely seemed annoyed that I wanted my own spot back. Like I was the unreasonable one for not just letting her keep it indefinitly.