I was at my mom’s house yesterday morning and she actually packed me a brown paper bag lunch and aside from being one of the most adorable things anyone has done for me in a while it saved me the trouble of trying to figure out what I should bring for lunch. I am not good at waking up in the morning and thinking halfway into the day about lunch. Most of the time I just grab some leftovers (which can be dangerous if the leftovers in the freezer are not properly labeled) and head to work. Or if I get a coupon I pick up some Lean Cuisines and just bring one of those.
But if I am in a really lazy mood, I head downstairs to the small cafeteria in our building and pick something up. The food down there is decent. Sandwiches, wraps, and salads make up the bulk of their menu, with a few soups and a daily special which can range from awesome grilled burgers in the summer to odd Spanish concoctions covered in cheese.
The thing I really love about going downstairs for food though are the tunes. The workers have a radio that is tuned into some radio station I can’t identify that plays music I would never admit to listening to but somehow know all the words…
Most of the time when I am down there I catch myself tapping my feet or even, gasp, occasionally lip synching with some Billy Joel or Adam Ant. And I am not the only one. I was once in line behind the Executive Assistant (remember when they were called secretaries?) and she was JAMMING to some tune. When she turned around and caught me staring at her she said, “Oh god! I love this song! It’s been ages since I heard it.”
The best part has to be that the volume on the radio is cranked up and is right by where you place your order with the Men Of Questionable Ethnicity and you have to practically yell your order to them. I am always amazed when they get my orders correct.
So kudos to the tunes in the cafeteria. It almost makes up for the snails pace at which they work.
~The Office Scribe
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