Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“Performance review,” he said.
“Though between you and me, performance isn’t your problem.”
“My numbers are the best on the whole floor.”
“Your numbers are fine.” He leaned back and tapped his ring on the edge of the desk.
“Here’s what a committee sees, Charlotte.
They see a woman with good numbers who eats lunch every day with the maintenance guy.
That isn’t lunch.
That’s a statement.”