there are 800 hundred of us in the room sitting where we are supposed to be, in front of name tags and there is some irrating president sort of person droning on and on and they are saying a prayer before we can eat and i want to laugh out loud, imagine it echoing thru the room and am scared i actually will. the ladies are wearing glittery sweaters, those monstrous xmas pins made of foamcore and i eat my salmon in two clean bites. i am hungry, i want a drink at the bar. i cut the waist of my tights with scissors before leaving my desk because i can't breathe. they pass out envelopes with very small checks and i want to get up and walk out.