After talking with a team member in the New York field office about how he had never set foot inside one of the Microsoft cafeterias on his trips out to Redmond, I honestly felt bad. I mean, come on -- its part of the whole Microsoft campus experience, right? As part of OSG, you'd think he'd at least find his way over to Redwest, but apparently he spent the majority of his time in Redmond at the RTC building and [gasp!] working, and just hadn't found his way over to the main campus, much less one of our wonderful cafeterias.
And then I saw their small eating area. With the foosball (food AND foosball?), padded seating (two chair heights, no less), and a flat panel tv.
Do not feel sorry for them, folks. These NY people have a posh setup, and don't need our sympathy. What's next -- having their office name put on every can of soda they drink?
Or maybe they get a few more slices of cold cuts on their deli sandwich?
Ok, that last one is from a place around the corner. And man, it was tasty. I'll be running it off for a couple more weeks, tho...
Update: I neglected to mention an experience from my NY trip. The night I arrived, I walked around the corner to the closest TGIFridays to grab a quick dinner, and was placed in a corner table looking out over the rest of the restaurant. I ordered a sandwich and quickly downed one of many Diet Pepsi's, when three guys walked in and were seated at the table right next to me. I very quickly realized that the guy with his back to the rest of the restaurant (intentionally) was none other than Reade Seligman, one of the three falsely accused Duke lacrosse players. Yes, it was definitely him. In fact, a few other people also recognized him, and he was noticeably trying to avoid any attention. At one point, one of his two buddies made some comment, asking Reade how he felt to be "through with all of it," and he said something to the effect of "I'm just so glad its all over and I can get on with my life." Why am I commenting on this? It has more to do with what Reade didn't say. After a couple minutes, both of his friends starting talking about girls they had dated, and the language got downright crude. A couple times I noticed that their comments had floated across the room, and were picked up by a table of women -- a couple mothers and their daughters, and they shot offended looks over to the oblivious friends chatting away. But I was happy to see that Reade wasn't participating in the comments. In fact, he wasn't smiling at their crude jokes, and even changed the subject at one point. Given everything he has been through, I got the impression that Reade had learned something from his experience and was intentionally avoiding the inappropriate and demeaning topics of his friends. I was glad to see that.