Lately there have been some late-night feeds in the company break room. How do I know? Because when I get here at 4:00 AM, the dessicated, cold scraps are still gracing the tables. The other day I thought it was curious that I smelled Chinese food out in the hall, but, upon entering the break room, quickly found out why; it was full of the stuff. Our office manager, a renowned spitfire, was quite piqued at the slovenly habits of these nocturnally-nourished miscreants.

I really didn’t think much of it until this morning, when I entered the break room and was greeted by the scent of two tables’ worth of abandoned Mexican food platters. I was initially pretty irked, as it seemed rather thoughtless behavior, but I found that I had to soften this indignant stance, as the relatively delicious (relative being the key term here) smell did much to mask the stink emanating from both employee refrigerators, stuffed as they are with the putrefying remains of countless lunches from a bygone era.

Such is office life.