August 2013
I stroll back through the overly air-conditioned office after a nice meeting at the local cafe that included back and forth banter about the importance of local food consumption.
Mike, his glasses still tinted from the outside sun, jolts out from behind his desk. "We've decided what to call your kale chips. Landfill chips. The boss said when you opened your tupperware it filled the whole office with the smell of a landfill."
"They're freakin' delicious," I smiled.
"I bet they are. And I know you like it when we joke around. I know you like it here. I can tell." Mike grinned back, and returned to his administrative work in the back corner.
I sat at my desk, feeling refreshed. I do like it here, more than I thought I would.
I stroll back through the overly air-conditioned office after a nice meeting at the local cafe that included back and forth banter about the importance of local food consumption.
Mike, his glasses still tinted from the outside sun, jolts out from behind his desk. "We've decided what to call your kale chips. Landfill chips. The boss said when you opened your tupperware it filled the whole office with the smell of a landfill."
"They're freakin' delicious," I smiled.
"I bet they are. And I know you like it when we joke around. I know you like it here. I can tell." Mike grinned back, and returned to his administrative work in the back corner.
I sat at my desk, feeling refreshed. I do like it here, more than I thought I would.
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