(Oh, guess who paid for my lunch?)
(I FUCKING DID.)
When I returned to my office (the one that is equipped with THREE chairs!), I became overwrought with feelings of fullness and regret. And when I have meal regrets, it's worsened by the fullness I feel. For hours, the fullness acts as a reminder of my regret. But how could anyone feel anything other than magnificent after a lunch event held in their honor?
It has taken me an entire day, but I have figured out why I dis-enjoyed lunch so much. Mrs. Bitch is what you call, a Queen Bee*. She organized and invited me to Welcome Lunch for Whitney to let me know that she is my leader. I am to admire and adore her. Except she can tell I’m not gushing over her and she can't stand it.
BUT GUESS WHO'S PREGNANT? Yup, she is. So she’ll be gone in a few months.
*In order to obtain a comprehensive understanding of her kind, please read all 9 definitions of Queen Bee in Urban Dictionary.