So by now you’ve seen that our new Office Manager started work last week. Yeah, “Tug”. Not particularly thrilled with the guy, I have to admit. You know me, though, hard-to-please and I don’t just warm right up to people. I know this, it’s no secret. I’m just honest about it. But I’m not going to make his life hard just because we didn’t hit it off right away. I mean look at me and Chastity. We started out at-odds, and now we’re the best of buds. Honestly you can stop laughing now.
So I walk into the break room Friday for lunch, and I’m going to warm up some soup I made myself. It had been a bad morning, and I was looking forward to a little comfort food. My mom’s old shrimp chowder recipe. Kinda reminds me of home when work’s been sucky all week. So I open the fridge and look around for my bag. I rummage around and it’s just not there. About that time, I detect this strange odor coming from the microwave, something like badly burnt seafood and cream. The microwave dings and I carefully open it. And of course the inside looks like that scene from Gremlins (you know what I’m talking about). And there in this smoldering, half-melted tub of plastic, is my chowder. Right then Tug walks in past me, grabs it out of the microwave, and whisks back out again, carrying the stench of disappointment and ill-gotten gains with him.
I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but I started crying. Not only did I not have any lunch, but that … rat took the one thing that made the week worthwhile. I fumed about it all weekend, but I got over it.
Besides, I brought in a slice of my trademark Ex-Lax chocolate cake and left it in the fridge for later.
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