The admin. assistant asks me what I want to eat for my farewell lunch with the company.
These days, people either ask me that, or asks if I’ve packed yet.
I beamed. Pizza Express!
She frowns. But you can get pizza in London right?
Yes. Ok. Fine, we’ll have dim sum then.
I know I’m going to regret saying this in maybe 4 weeks’ time, but right now, I think I’m getting sick of Chinese food.
I don’t even care if I don’t do farewell lunches or dinners with people anymore. At this moment, 1.5 hours after a big company lunch, the thought of hot-pot tonight with my friends make me puke in my mouth.
I will read this shortly in the future; cold, poor and hungry; unable to cook for myself; stuck with cold English ham sandwiches and ugly sausages; fake Chinese food; and I will SO REGRET what I’ve just said.