This is a very accurate depiction of our daily struggle at the Enterprise / Inktank office: Ordering lunch for the office can be a Greek tragedy, Broti Gupta writes for The New Yorker. “TAYLOR: O, noble friends, I have looked at the menu
In its PDF glory and have humbly decided
That I might just share whatever the others
Decide to order. I will pay what I can,
Based on what you think I owe.
…
BEATRICE: Can it be our secret, friends and loved ones,
That I might get tempura? I can afford one cheat day,
And perhaps another this week if you all keep your mouths shut.
PETER: Dear co-workers, with all of this talk,
My appetite has dissolved into a vapor.
I might simply order an appetizer.
How much, then, will I owe?
ISAAC: The bagel still has not settled.
Should the bagel digest, I might get the lunch special,
No. 2.
BEATRICE: Ooh, I should order the salad.
What do the rest of you think of that?
ME: Faithful co-workers, you can get
ANYTHING YOU WANT. BUT, PLEASE, TELL ME.”

Moral of the story: Don’t be a Taylor. No one likes Taylor.