Family Meal

The best part of the day, was family meal.  Every day, someone from downstairs would call upstairs and that person would cry “LUNCH!”  And then everyone raced downstairs to see what was on the menu.  The Chefs of which we had 3 of them would make a buffet of lunch items.  In the beginning, it was exciting, but after a few months, it got old. 

I was able to befriend Lacey who is the Sales Group Assistant.  Lacey is very thin and model pretty, but has a bit of a rocker, tattoo side to her.  What she’s doing here is anyone’s guess.  Lacey was able to help me confirm some of my observances.  No one “goes” to lunch.  No one runs errands or walks around outside.  Everyone eats really fast in the kitchen and goes immediately back to work.  It’s legal by law to take a 30 minute lunch, but Lacey told me that it’s “forbidden.”  Family Meal was the owner’s way of keeping our lunch hour on the premises and everyone chained to their desks.

Meals ranged from a bowl of salad (just lettuce), leftovers from a party the night before (usually pastas and lamb) and then sometimes a new item of whatever the chef wanted to whip up.  There was generally left over cheese and chocolate flour-less cake.  Oh, how I grew to hate that cake.

When the old chef left and the new chef came in, I gained 10 pounds.  His food was way too good.  After awhile, I gave up family meal and packed my own lunch and snacks to take the weight off.