B E B E R E

Wow.

Karen and I are two of the few patrons of the lunch cart, though that's largely due to our susceptibility to the behavioral conditioning practiced on us by the kitchen staff (we call them the clients!). Though the quality of the food varies greatly, it's usually edible, which is all we ask.

Today, however, my pizza was not only not cardboard (as it had been the last couple times), but I could have gone for a second piece.

My boss's lunch is a new item: a honey-barbecued chicken sandwich (they put bacon on it!) and fries. I'm hearing sounds of contentment from her office.

Wonder if there's new kitchen training staff?