The Lunchtime Monologues (Part II)

A proposal was due at the end of the workday, so everyone was hustling and bustling all day.  At T+1 hour from when we usually eat lunch, I was starving so asked everyone if they just want to order in Chinese.  But Jess, don’t you remember what happened the LAST time you got your co-workers together for Chinese?  Look, I'm not going to apologize or back down because some senile narcissistic idiots thought innocent little me was planning a coup d'etat for getting people together for lunch. And like I said, if I were in the same situation, I wouldn't hesitate do the same thing all over again. Therefore...

Me: What do you want me to order?

CEO: Shrimp fried rice.

Co-worker A: Fried rice

Me:  No shrimp fried rice?  No?  Good choice!

I turn to another co-worker.  

Me:  What do you want?

Co-worker B: Fried rice

Co-worker C: Fried rice

And on and on and on.  I go into another office.

Me: Hey, we’re ordering Chinese food for lunch. What do you want?

Woman co-worker: I want the jjajangmyun.

I briefly lean over her desk to write the order down, and she sees the food order form.

Woman co-worker: WAIT!  Nevermind. I should get the fried rice too.

Me: Are you kidding me?

Woman: No. I should get the fried rice.

Me: It’s okay, you should get the jjajangmyun if you want to eat it. You don’t have to get fried rice like everyone else.

Woman: I should get the fried rice. Aren’t you getting the fried rice?

Me: I’m getting the jjajangmyun-jjampong combination.

And here’s a picture of us enjoying our Chinese lunch.