Cookie Chronicles

It started raining as soon as I left, but I was undeterred. Although the rain slowed me down, I made it to Subway in 7 minutes - 1 minute slower than usual, but still under the 10 minute mark. Upon opening the door, I was shocked to see a queue. Footlongs everywhere. Rows and rows of footlongs. But I remained unwavering in my goal as I made the bold decision to join the back of the queue. Once it got to my turn, the lady asked "How are you?" and I responded that I was good. I did not have time to ask how she was. Every. Second. Mattered.

Despite my ill manners, she still sprinkled the desired amount of cheese to complete my cheese toastie. My eyes begged her to put it in the oven, but to my dismay, she moved onto the next customer. My cheese toastie sat there untouched, unloved, and uncared for. After what felt like an eternity, her colleague came to save the day as he gently placed my snack in the oven. Unfortunately, he failed to press the button with the required force to activate the oven and melt the cheese. I stared at the oven, hoping that I could turn it on with sheer willpower. I could not. Thankfully, the lady noticed his blunder and turned the oven on. The day had been salvaged! 

After 20 seconds, 4 seconds before the timer went off, my cheese toastie was produced from the oven. It looked beautiful, albeit a little burnt around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless. I asked for a white chip macadamia nut cookie to finish my order before starting on my pilgrimage back to the office. My immediate objective was to dispose of the evidence, that being the Subway wrappers. Sheraz is a shrewd man and I could not have him find further evidence of my Subway trip taken on the clock - my favourite way to make passive income

As I turned away from the bin to head back to my desk, Matthew appeared from the men's bathroom and we had a brief conversation about the working day, appropriate for a day at work. As soon as I made it back to my desk, I checked my face in the mirror and realised that I had crumbs around my mouth. I am sure he spotted the Subway remnants but was kind enough not to comment

And now I sit here - embarrassed, yet satisfied

"Next time I will remember my lunch", I whisper to myself