Supplies running out

As people here are liberated from the Piscataway Corporate Gulag and returned to the World Financial Center, the building gets more empty and more quiet. My group is the last to go, doesn't it figure?

This Friday marks the last day of food service. Since there's no where to go anywhere nearby, they've been feeding us lunch. It's mostly surplus prison food from what I can tell. Now I know why there are riots in prisons. But at least it's something, even if you can't tell what it is and you break a tooth trying to eat it. Next Monday we'll be foraging in the brush around the parking lot, and hunting squirrels. People are already sizing up fellow coworkers to figure out which ones will yield more meat. Luckily I fall on the scrawny side of things.

They've already started to scale back, though. As of today, my source of Dr. Pepper is gone. Now I'm forced to drink Coke. I can feel my productivity diminishing.

If the Coke supply dries up next week, it's going to get ugly. Very, very ugly.
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