Working Lunch

This is another one of those stories that sounds like I made it up, but I swear on a stack of thick, juicy hamburgers and sweet potato fries that it’s all true.

Starting at about noon today, I worked on a critical operation that kept me stuck at my desk for two hours. I couldn’t walk away. The building held a fire drill on my floor during this period - see, I told you it would sound as though I made it up - but I had to refuse to attend. I needed to stay at my desk and focus on what I was doing.

Shortly after this bit of uninterruptible work began, the young lady sitting next to me went to the pantry to heat up her lunch in the microwave. Instead of eating in the pantry area like a good corporate citizen, she instead chose to return to her desk and eat her lunch just a few feet away from me.

What did this thoughtful person have for lunch today. Some extremely smelly fish, rendered more pungent by the microwave process.

Keep in mind that I was stuck there. I could not walk away, even for a fire drill. I swear that she at that fish as slowly as possible just to bug the crap out of me.

Good grief, are manners completely lost on some people? I wanted to throw up, it smelled so bad. But I had to keep working. Thank you, fish lady, for turning my stomach with your outrageously selfish workplace conduct.