re: #56 Guanxi88

I used to go around in starched shirts, good ties, and such. Gooey cheese on pizza was the last thing I wanted. I’d grab a slice of room-temp “white” pizza, fold it in half, and power-walk to the next meeting where I’d get bitched out for something or other. Great combo - food bolted down, and gut-wrenching stress.

There’s nothing that makes quite such a clear statement as throwing up on your supervisor.