Squeat?
What’s worse than there being only one food source-a cafeteria-within walking distance of your office?
Realizing that today is “Seafood Jubilee” and that you can’t get anything that isn’t seafood unless you find someone to drive you somewhere.
What’s worse than that? Having your only coworker at this client site take his car and go home before lunch because his computer died.
What’s worse than that? Calling three different coworkers at your home office a mile away, requesting that they include you in their lunch plans. Then waiting until 45 minutes past noon for them to pull their heads out of their asses and make a plan.
What’s worse than that? Being told that after waiting so long, your coworkers were in fact unable to pull their heads out of their asses; they decided that they aren’t going to pick you up at all, and that they’re just going to eat lunch at one of the many lovely and diverse eateries within their office park, and to hell with you.
What’s worse than that? Spending five bucks for a tiny iceberg salad from the cafeteria.
What’s worse than that? Receiving an email announcing free sandwiches in the cafeteria… at 1:30pm. Just in time, if you’d decided to wait an hour and half past noon to get your lunch.
What’s worse than that? They’re catered sandwiches that the visiting clients wouldn’t even eat when they were fresh, 24 hours earlier. You remember, the very ones you saw sitting out on a counter all afternoon yesterday.
What’s worse than that? It’s only Wednesday, folks… Let’s do this again tomorrow! And the next day!
At least if I ate the sandwiches I could call in sick…