Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected

“Notice what, exactly?”

She pushed the elevator button and watched the numbers.

“I’m telling you this as a courtesy.

Senior analyst is decided by a three-person committee.

Two of them already think you’d rather eat lunch with the custodian than do your job.

That’s the whole conversation.”

“He’s a human being,” I said.

“He’s a headcount.” The doors opened.