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January 19, 2005

Recycling Gone Awry

I work for a company that has several locations in a mile or so radius. Too far to walk, but too close to justify having full services in all of the buildings.

Our building gets minimal cafeteria service. They deliver any ordered food, and they have a soup and one entrée at lunch every day if you don’t pre-order.

For Thanksgiving, they had turkey with all the trimmings – and it was a free meal to all employees. I think perhaps, though, that they ordered too much turkey.

The next week, they had turkey in a few forms – cold on sandwiches, hot on sandwiches, as a side on the salad bar…

TWO WEEKS later, they delivered “burgers” to our building. They were supposed to be beef or chicken. The beef burgers were marked with a B, the chicken burgers were marked with a T.

Now, either it’s a Russian Tchicken, or they were serving up that tired old bird yet again.

They’re having turkey of some sort in the caf today. And for some reason, no one’s touching it.


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