Three Things About Offices
It disgusts me that the office ladies cook up bags of microwave popcorn so early in the morning that my breakfast has barely touched down in my gut. It therefore delights me to seek revenge via admittedly sexy but also very, very smelly lunches, like this one: pan-fried scallops in sage and browned butter, fiddleheads and rosemary-roasted potatoes in pungent olive oil. Or, as it smelled in the lunchroom that day: a shipyard, a buncha farts and something rotten and brown.
For further musings on how I have felt about the various offices where I’ve passed the past fifteen years of my worklife, please check out my latest story at The Nervous Breakdown.
(Aside, to my boss, who I know reads this blog: no, I am not talking about “our” office! Although yes, it is the one I stink up with fish and braised greens, heh heh…)