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Dec. 23rd, 2002 03:16 pmOne of my co-workers today said that lunch was free in the lunchroom. I went into the lunchroom at work, hungry as usual, and the menu said pasta primavera in choice of sauce. I figured this would be nice. And yes, it was free.
See, someone in another part of the call center had died on Saturday of a heart attack. She was 51 years old. I didn't know her, she was in a different department.
So work was paying for everybody's meal. I got fettucine in a light red sauce with garlic and a little white wine in the sauce, a full plate of it, and gobbled it down fast. I was hungry. I still am. I sat with some older ladies from the deceased's workgroup and listened to them chat, contributing a little where I could and surreptitiously admiring the cute factor of several of them. Nu, I admire cute.
For all that I didn't know her, I still have only one thing to say: no matter how delicious, this free lunch came at too high a price. At that, I appreciate that my workplace is sensitive to these things.
See, someone in another part of the call center had died on Saturday of a heart attack. She was 51 years old. I didn't know her, she was in a different department.
So work was paying for everybody's meal. I got fettucine in a light red sauce with garlic and a little white wine in the sauce, a full plate of it, and gobbled it down fast. I was hungry. I still am. I sat with some older ladies from the deceased's workgroup and listened to them chat, contributing a little where I could and surreptitiously admiring the cute factor of several of them. Nu, I admire cute.
For all that I didn't know her, I still have only one thing to say: no matter how delicious, this free lunch came at too high a price. At that, I appreciate that my workplace is sensitive to these things.
