McFree Dinner

Lunch: 2.50 SGD

I had McDonald's for dinner today—bonus: it was free! It was supposed to be a department lunch, but I pulled some negotiation skills and got it as my dinner instead. Everyone else in the department had Nasi Lemak for lunch, but since it's puasa period, they pre-ordered McDonald's as dinner for the Muslim colleagues. I wasn’t feeling Nasi Lemak, so I strategically requested a McD meal for myself to enjoy at home later.

I had my usual lunch combo, and for dinner, I went with a Buttermilk McChicken burger, medium fries, and a cup of Coke. Now, I’m not exactly a burger enthusiast—I just like the meat inside. But then, plot twist: I found a slice of pineapple in my burger. Look, I’ve been trying to like pineapple, really, but it’s just not happening. I don’t understand why pineapples show up in places they don’t belong—pizza? Burgers? What’s next, pineapple sushi? Nope, not for me.

free!

Since I’m not going to JB tomorrow, I have the whole weekend to myself, and I desperately need to recharge. The past two weeks in JB were great, but I kinda miss my alone time. I love talking to myself—it’s like having a built-in best friend inside my brain. And no, I’m not crazy (I think). I even ask myself questions and answer them like a full-on conversation. But I know I’m not the only one who does this, so let’s call it “self-reflection” instead of “borderline concerning behavior.”

For lunch today, I ate at my usual spot: the meeting room. My colleague, LB, was the one who first introduced me to this hidden gem, but she’s been busy with projects lately, so I usually eat there alone. However, she was free today, so we had lunch together. And guess what? She told me she wants to resign soon. I told her, "Same." She didn’t even look surprised. She just nodded like, Yeah, I knew you young ones wouldn’t last here.

Then she spilled the tea about the company. Apparently, this place is a retirement center in disguise—most employees are older, and when you hit that age, motivation kinda goes poof. The ones who get promoted aren’t necessarily the best workers but the best talkers—people who know how to say exactly what upper management wants to hear. LB said they’re basically human chameleons, twisting their words to fit whatever the bosses want. Meanwhile, those who actually work don’t get promoted as much. Brutal, but true.

Honestly, I’m amazed this company is still running when nobody seems to go the extra mile. It’s like watching a miracle in real time. But yeah, I’m definitely leaving sooner than LB. There’s no way I’m wasting my future in this corporate ghost town.