It is no surprise that AM and I are
cheap frugal. But we’re not the only ones! So is our third half, Jordie. He generously offered to write us a post about… his lunch? Anyway, enjoy!
In the workplace, people tend to get all excited about the littlest things. I am no exception. For example, I got really excited about getting some free cake last week when co-worker Amy was having a goodbye party. I looked forward to it all day. Hence this gchat:
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I also got really excited when one of my co-workers accidentally closed her pen in her laptop and it exploded all over the screen.
Imagine my excitement when someone at work told Anna Marie and me that we were going to get free lunch on Wednesday. I talked about it all week.
When I asked our co-worker where this lunch was coming from, she said something about having connections and a Marriott hotel. I didn’t quite follow, but I knew it was going to be great.
Finally, the big day arrived. Around 11:15 am, a mysterious man and woman with Russian accents came in with boxes of food and then left. The whole thing was pretty confusing and exciting. I called Anna Marie and whispered into the phone, “I see labeled lunch bags! Two boxes of them! One of them is labeled ‘chicken wrap!’ Wait! I see one labeled ‘protein pack!’ What is that?! Omigosh!”
“What I want to know is, are there drinks?” she replied. She was whispering as well even though her office wasn’t anywhere near the action.
“I don’t know.”
Turns out, there were drinks. 20 FL OZ Pepsi! I was bouncing off the walls.
When I got my bag (it was tuna), I did a jig. I was so happy.
Dances with Tuna
Guys, Anna Marie was really happy too.
Even theater majors can’t fake joy like this.
As you can see, co-worker LRoss wasn’t quite as impressed as we were.
Not as enthused
After we calmed down, we took inventory of our bags. They included:
-Some warm coleslaw
I laid it all out nicely on my desk and we stepped back to admire it.
That’s whole grain bread, son!
Next, it was time to eat it. It didn’t really matter what it tasted like. I was gonna love it.
Highlight of my day
In the end, the only clue I found about where this lunch might have originated was on the napkin.
Eat. Drink. Connect. But where???
Unfortunately, “The Bistro” is about as generic a title as they come.
I am realizing now that I just wrote a post on someone else’s blog about what I ate for lunch on Wednesday.