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Originally Posted by Locke
Years and years ago I worked for a small accounting company but one thing my boss was adamant about was Lunch.
Every day he would take us all out for lunch, there were only 4 of us including him, but we always went out for lunch. And lunch...was an hour and a half.
As you can imagine, my boss at the time was a fairly hefty fellow (~350) and he took lunch really very seriously.
And he loved his buffets, especially...I forget the name now, it used to be on McLeod and Bonaventure Drive...'A Taste of China?' Something like that.
If you didn't have at least 4 plates of food he would get legitimately angry with you for wasting his time and money.
But what can I say? I cant eat 4 plates of Chinese food for lunch and then go back to work for 4 or 5 hours. After that I am 1000% done and I need a nap and/or praying for a swift death.
Which would also make him legitimately angry.
I did that for a while because it was lunch but also a semi team-building event, but eventually I just...I had to stop. So I started bringing my own lunch. Just...shoveling buffet food into your facehole for years on end...it was slowly killing me.
I get home from work and my buddies call me up: "Want to hit up the Pub for wings and beer? Lets go man!"
No...I am going to lay here on my couch and hope sweet Death mercifully takes me.
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I think it was called Treasures of China.