Is it wrong to be hurt, or should I just be mad?

I have the privilege of working in an office of fantastic, creative and big brother-esque graphic designers. These men, their families, and the business they created have made coming back to my hometown after four years away at college a bearable transition. Day in and day out we laugh, crack jokes, poke fun at each of our ridiculous qualities, and do a little work on the side. Because the office has become a bit of a family, we make efforts to appreciate and encourage one another. The guys always say I look nice if I have made obvious efforts to appear business like or fancied-up a bit and make sure to let me know they appreciate the work I do for them. I bring in baked goods to share, and give the credit to the "banana-bread elf" who comes in stealth-like in the wee hours to leave slices of banana bread on the desks of each designer.

Yesterday, I did just this, having made some delicious banana bread with chocolate chips the night before. I cut three healthy slices before work, packaged them up in sandwich bags, and carefully placed one in front of the keyboard of each designer, as well as one in front of the keyboard of our new intern.

I received mumbled and earnest thanks through the full mouth of the first designer to enter the office that day. Then the intern came in and asked about the bread. I explained about the elf, and continued with my work. The other designer said nothing this time, but by the end of the day, the bread was gone. The intern left the bread on his desk, not eating it while I was in the office.

So this morning I am taking out the trash, and what do I find in the trash at the intern station, but an unopened sandwich bag with an untouched slice of banana bread. As lame as it is, I was a little hurt. If you don't like banana bread man, just tell me, I'll give it to someone else. No problem. Don't wait until I leave the office to put it in the garbage, right on top, in plain site where I would see it.

The intern keeps m + m's on his desk and I have a few small handfuls during the day. Of course I asked first and he said that is what they were there for, so I only felt bad about eating the m+m's because they are not something I need to be consuming at the moment as I am trying to get in beach shape. But today, out of spite, I said to myself, though I would have loved to say it to the intern, "I don't want your stupid m+m's you big jerk. If you are too good for my banana bread, I am sure as hell too good for your lousy store-bought m+m's. And so now I will no longer have the m+m's. Not that it is the best form of retaliation, as that just leaves more m+m's for him, but in my mind, he is no longer worthy of office food sharing. No more friendly elves will be stopping at your desk, Mr. Intern.

I may be over-reacting, but the way I see it, I am allowed a few moments of juvenile pettiness in my life and I am claiming one right now. Stupid, banana-bread-hating intern.