Lunch Break

Lunch: 5.80 SGD

I always know I'm blessed and protected by God. Last Friday, my company treated us to Nasi Lemak. But since I wasn’t feeling it, I requested McD instead—same as my Muslim colleagues. Fast forward to this week: I found out that everyone who ate the Nasi Lemak got food poisoning. Vomiting, diarrhea—the whole horror movie experience.

Now, here’s where it gets wild. I was this close to eating that Nasi Lemak. When we ordered, we got the exact number of packets, and I was about to hand one to a colleague. But plot twist—she had already received hers. That meant the packet in my hands was the extra one. Someone must have been absent that day, so guess who almost became the Chosen One for the food poisoning saga?

I returned the packet to my supervisor, and he casually went, "Just take it and eat it." At that moment, for a solid three seconds, my brain went, Hmm, maybe I should… But then, like a dramatic movie scene, a voice in my head went, "No! You already have McD later!"

So I fought the temptation, suppressed my inner glutton, and told my supervisor, "Nah, I already grabbed a to-go meal from the cafeteria." And that, my friends, is how I successfully dodged food poisoning.

What a close call! My guardian angel must’ve been sweating that day.

So today, for the first time in three months, I finally went out for lunch. And guess what? It wasn’t a solo adventure—I had company! My lunch buddy was YJ, a friend from another department. She’s a year older than me and honestly, a great person to be friends with.

As we ate, we spent a solid chunk of time doing what office workers do best—complaining about management. My manager, to be exact. Since YJ’s also involved in my department’s production plan, YJ and I bonded over the weird things my manger’s done. Turns out, it’s not just my department—his reputation is consistently bad everywhere. If bad management were an Olympic sport, he’d be a gold medalist.

For lunch, I had Chicken Teriyaki Omelette Rice, and honestly? Meh. It was so-so at best. But what really hurt was the price—SGD 5.80—for something that barely filled me up. Like, where did the food go? Was it a magic trick? At this rate, eating out in Singapore is basically a shortcut to bankruptcy.

And to make things worse, the walk back to the office was brutal. I was sweating like a cow (do cows even sweat like this?!), and I seriously don’t get how people willingly do this every single day just to eat overpriced food. I’d rather camp out in a meeting room with aircon all to myself. Efficiency and comfort over financial ruin and heatstroke!

Meh...