I am not running for office

Today the year 5s are on an excursion which means that MAYBE I will get to eat my food when it is hot in the staffroom! How exciting! Yesterday the lunch was again a bit dodgy, they seem to love the whole fish situation here, it comes out every second lunchtime. I always ask the kids "Do you eat the head on this fish?". Some you do, some you don't, best to make sure, don't wanna be eating any more fish heads than I need to. The woman who is the general office lady person (ie. does nothing) is always taking charge of the lunch dishing up scenario and lately has taken to making "helpful" comments about my method of dividing the food, or of laying out the trays, or whatever she can find to pick on. My general tactic with such people as her is to just ignore them completely and continue doing things my own way - a course of action that is particularly effective here because all social norms dictate that I should at least acknowledge that I've heard her if not adjust my actions accordingly. So when she says "That plate has more salad than the rest", I don't say anything and just keep doing what I'm doing whereas the other teachers she tries it on with are all "Oh really? Let me fix that up immediately, sorry, sorry, so sorry, sorry, I really can't be sorry enough. Golly gosh I am bad at this job aren't I! Thank you for pointing it out. Sorry again." Picture me rolling my eyes extravagantly in the back. Hilariously, and perhaps rather predictably, whenever she is in control of a serving spoon there are always bowls with heaps of rice in them and bowls with hardly any, and then she hands out the trays to people's desks herself to make sure her favourites get the most food. Clearly this is why I get a smaller portion everyday :) Office politics, huh?