When I came back to my desk and announced to the Jay-Z look-a-like that there were breakroom sandwiches, my co-worker Shana asked me if I caved. But I wouldn’t say that I caved, I would say that I made a choice.
I went into the breakroom to heat up my afternoon-break-snack, a dreaded Cup-o-Noodles (hey, cut me some slack, tomorrow is payday) when someone came in and dropped off trays of sandwiches.
I decided that my body would be happier with “real food” and less sodium – so I sniffed out a turkey sammich (as opposed to tuna salad or italian mixed) and BAM.
Instant lunch just got better.