So today disaster hit. It was breakfast day at work, yet there was no breakfast. It’s amazing how many people depend on this moment. It is the simple hope that there will be breakfast on Friday that keeps us from figuratively and literally killing each other. I know this because one fateful Friday deprived from the nourishment that breakfast would bring, we ended up killing Peggy…and eating her.
I’ve been watching people all morning. (Yes, I’m writing this from work. I mean no I’m not, if someone I work with is reading.) People will shuffle across the office and peek in the break room, see nothing, look around, check their watch, and then shuffle disappointed back to their seat. Every once in a while a group will congregate in the break room and discuss this morning’s predicament. No one knows what to do. Should we go get something? Do we just try to go without breakfast? Where’s Peggy?
At 9:30 a miracle hit. Bagels! So, we are all satisfied and we will not have to resort cannibalism, for now. Well, I better get back to work before I’m fired.