They’re shooting craps over in the Marketing Department. I can hear yells and cheering. Good lord, we’re running a casino here during lunch. It’s like being held captive on a reservation, on a seat somewhere between the limitless Chinese Buffet and rows of one-armed bandits.
This is not a busload of elderly retirees from TongYanFau, but young vibrant college grads with so much still to live for. So very very much!
It's sad.
Inveterate gamblers, loud and dissipated.
Berserk and stircrazy at the new office.
Well, perhaps it’s Mandarin Chicken fuelled insanity.
Spicy salty high sugar content sauce.
They’re giddy.
Even pizza man is smiling.
"SIMPLICITY IN STYLE WILL BRING DESIROUS EYES YOUR WAY"
-----Fortune Cookie
Today’s office lunch was chopstickable, and included peanuts and cashews.
I’m not telling them, but I’m the only one here who has any jasmine tea. There isn’t enough to share. If you didn’t already know about the tea bags in the filing cabinet behind me, between the credit reports and some random applications for terms just dumped in there higgledy piggeldy, then you probably didn’t need to know.
Forget you ever heard anything.
Just remember guys, we’re all in this thing together.
Buses only come once every few hours.
Those are MY tea bags.
Hands off!
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Pizza man just walked by muttering that it smelled like socks in here.
He's not smiling anymore, reality re-asserted itself.
That’s not lunch, man, it’s just Hayward.
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