When the sandwich girl is promoted to head chef (the last one quit), you know the food’s bad.
I keep a snack draw stocked with baked chips, granola bars, oatmeal— I try to eat healthy. Once, I finished a one-pound bag of pretzel sticks in a week. I know it’s the night crew’s doing.
They should do everyone in the office a favor and clean out that kitchen. Bury the mushy black-eyed peas, burnt chili, soft bow-tie pasta she illogically puts in the watered-down chicken noodle soup in the community garden under the moonlight. We’re sick of eating leftovers.
word count: 99
—Nortina
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Oh that made my stomach churn. Well done.
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Nice! I would find another job 🙂
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A kitchen like that, and chips and pretzels become health food. Great story.
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So, no hygiene certificate for them, great writing.
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Reminds me of my school days. I don’t know how we survived.
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Cafeteria food is destined to be bad. From childhood all the way up to adulthood.
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Haha! Loved it!
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You paint a gruesome picture here!
Nicely done.
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Sounds like a really bad cafeteria..no doubt
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