You Must Consume!
Mar. 13th, 2008 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Deciding that I had better stop eating a significant portion of my paycheck in our (newly renovated!) cafe, I brought in a TV dinner with me to work today. It wasn't much, but it looked reasonably tasty -- a Lean Cuisine Santa Fe-Style rice and beans entree thing. I even brought a couple of sides with me. Completing lunch is a cup of creamy coffee yogurt (gelatin-free!), a small pouch of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies, and a Nutri Grain bar (this'll actually be my afternoon snack).
I'm pretty pleased with myself about this, especially when lunch comes around. I don't have to kill time waiting for the cafe to open; I can just nuke my food and spend the rest of the hour writing notes for my D+D game. I popped in the entree with a sense of satisfaction, thinking about how productive I would be.
Six minutes come and go. Time to enjoy the fruits of my planning! I pull back the plastic cover, kind of impressed that the food is bubbling as vigorously as it is. The new microwave we put in is a lot better than I thought.
That's when I notice something is wrong. I push my fork around in the sour cream sauce without much resistance. I push again; there's no layer between the sauce and the bottom of the tray. There's *no* beans and rice there.
All of my planning has been undone by the mistake of some overworked factory worker. I hope they lose sleep at night, worrying about the pain and suffering they've caused some nameless office worker miles away. Likely not, but it'll make the slice of pizza I've waited twenty minutes for taste slightly better.
I'm pretty pleased with myself about this, especially when lunch comes around. I don't have to kill time waiting for the cafe to open; I can just nuke my food and spend the rest of the hour writing notes for my D+D game. I popped in the entree with a sense of satisfaction, thinking about how productive I would be.
Six minutes come and go. Time to enjoy the fruits of my planning! I pull back the plastic cover, kind of impressed that the food is bubbling as vigorously as it is. The new microwave we put in is a lot better than I thought.
That's when I notice something is wrong. I push my fork around in the sour cream sauce without much resistance. I push again; there's no layer between the sauce and the bottom of the tray. There's *no* beans and rice there.
All of my planning has been undone by the mistake of some overworked factory worker. I hope they lose sleep at night, worrying about the pain and suffering they've caused some nameless office worker miles away. Likely not, but it'll make the slice of pizza I've waited twenty minutes for taste slightly better.
