I wandered into the kitchen/breakroom and found a bag of tortillas, a bag of meat, and a carton of salsa.  It was leftover from our potluck today, it's casual friday man, gotta eat, right?

Earlier I had stayed with the "safe foods" - rice, potatoes, bacon, biscuits, fruit.  As the afternoon grew longer, my tummy began to rumble.  This is what I get for eating breakfast.  So when I stumbled upon the bag of meat and tortillas I figured, "Why not?"  I threw some meat on a tortilla, popped it into the microwave to hopefully kill any germs and then began to eat it as I prepared another.  As I chewed my way through my makeshift lunch I began to think that the meat had a bit of a vomit aftertaste.  What the hell am I eating?  Not chicken, and now I'm beginning to believe it definitely wasn't beef ... so that leads us to pork, or whatever else you can pick up at the Ranch Market (that's what the bag was labeled).  I ignored the sense of dread that was creeping up into the back of my mind as I picked the fat off the meat I was loading onto the second tortilla.  This one I cooked longer - kill more germs I'm thinking.  Hmm, how to kill that vomit taste ... aww yes, put on some tongue burning salsa.  Perfect.

Now I am back in my cube having washed the tortilla and mystery meat down with a cup of warm pineapple, orange, something or other juice ... wondering if and when my stomach was going to start heaving and I would have to run to the 2nd floor to let my ass explode.