putting the 'foo' in 'food.'

i write at last from my new desk, in our new office. i write testily because i am starving, and for the third day in a row i've struck out on the lunch front and been forced to subsist on less than half of whatever item i've selected, the portion i've consumed before throwing it away in disgust.

tuesday it was the sandwich from the deli which had never heard of muenster cheese or, apparently, mayonnaise.

wednesday it was the sushi that had already gone off (it still LOOKED fine, though. it's wily like that). the best thing i could say about it is that i didn't think the few bites i had were going to make me sick to my stomach.

and today, it was the sandwich that was not only DROWNING in mayo (clearly, they stole the other deli's mayonnaise ration) to the point of complete. and total. inedibility. NOT ONLY THAT, but they gave me the WRONG SANDWICH. i ask for navajo chicken, they give me...something with bacon, only wrong. bacon, limp lettuce, mealy tomatoes and about three pieces of chicken. after turning out the pathetic contents into the plastic clam-box-thing, i attempted to gnaw on part of the gummy tortilla to garner SOME sort of sustenance, but i couldn't even hack that.

so basically, in the last week i have eaten this for lunch:
1. half a tuna sandwich.
2. two pieces of tuna sashimi and half a piece of rancid salmon sashimi.
3. four bites of mayonnaise with a little bacon, chicken and tortilla thrown in for good measure.

i mean...come on. i did the starvation bit in college, and really: anything that works for paris hilton doesn't work for me.