Danielle, our intern, had to run some errands, so I had her pick up dinner for me since I will be leaving right from work to the train station. She went to Blimpie so I wrote her down exactly what I wanted on a post-it:
Swiss or Provolone cheese with lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and horseradish on a wheat roll. She drops off my food at my desk and says, “I got a weird look and was questioned on whether or not you really wanted those ingredients together.” She said she thought to reply with, “just do your job and make the fucking sandwich.” She says that I cause her stress. I think my sandwich just stunk up the whole office.