What did I do to them?

Why, oh why does the company I work (slave) for dislike me so much? Why are they so determined to set me up for failure? What did I ever do to them to make them do such terrible things to me? I can't believe they've done this:

Why don't they support my admittedly unspoken but completely official New Year's resolution to cut out sweets in the mid afternoon?   Don't they know they are so not helping me by putting these little morsels of heaven by the thousands in our breakroom - and charging pennies for them.  I innocently walk into the break room with a couple of shiny quarters in my pocket and spend the rest of the afternoon unwrapping and chewing my way to Tootsie bliss.   It's wrong.  

Wait - maybe it's me - maybe I'm supposed to have that little thing called will power.  Maybe I'm supposed to leave those shiny quarters in my pocket and just pass these gems by.......... No - it's not me, it's them.   :-)  It's always them.