Lunch

I fantasize about your aromas, your presentation, and that special way you titillate my taste buds.  (dirty dog) I admire your nutrients, and value your satiating abilities. But you are elusive, you little stinker.  

Are you on the schedule today? Oh! There you are. Hello, lunchy-lunch-lunch. In just an hour from now, you and I have a date with edible destiny. I believe the dental assistant and receptionist miss you greatly as well.  What is on the menu for today, you ask?  If clam chowder is a mere jamboree of flavor then let today’s feast be the extravagant cornucopia of celebratory succulence!  

The microwave will be your gateway to warmth as my fork and knife become the transportation devices towards my appetizing giddiness. I shudder to think of the tasty ecstasy that… no.  No, it can’t be. Your presence on the computer screen- it’s gone!
Vanished. Disappeared. Eradicated. We’ve been ripped apart from each other. You’ve been replaced by a patient… again.

But, why?  Why must I be denied such a simple thing?  If I eat lunch, I’ll be energized.  If I’m energized, I’ll be efficient and produce more.  If I’m able to produce more, collections will be higher and the dental owners will be pleased. When the dental owners are pleased, pure bliss may ensue. When that happens… the production goals will be raised once more.  

And when the production goals are raised once more, my questions will remain:

How much profit is enough?

How much wealth must be accumulated before it becomes greed?

At what point does regard for staff well-being take precedence over profit?

An idealist view?  Perhaps.  But one thing is for sure; I just want some lunch.