To celebrate the opening of the Beijing Olympics, the management decided to treat we peons to a Chinese Lunch, capital letters included.  When it comes to Chinese food, I am a food snob, and considering I grew up on Dad's cooking, I have every right to be.  As such, I didn't expect to be impressed by whatever was served up.

Even those expectations weren't met.  What was 'served' was five plastic take-out containers of gluck bought from the concourse.  You know the stuff.  Full of carrots, for some strange reason.  It arrived cold.  Unsurprisingly, very little of it has been eaten.  Management will probably mutter about how ungrateful we are.

I ate a dim sim anyway.  If I get food poisoning, I get to go home, right?

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