There's nothing like the anticipation of a free meal on the job. You work hard and you get paid, but when you can bank that little extra in the form of free food, it's a bonus that makes it all worthwhile. Until, of course, the food comes, and you realize some desk jockey has ordered salad on the pizza. Dagger, day ruined. You could try to make up for it with an afternoon doughnut run, but then you'd feel like one of those prize pigs at the country fair who are too fat to move.
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