Dinner at my desk

In what's becoming an increasingly frequent occurrence, I ate dinner at my office desk again tonight. Although I'd rather be dining at home, it's all for a good cause -- burning the midnight oil to help some folks in need. To keep us plugging away, my employer uses a system called Seamless Web to deliver food directly to its worker bees' door. The only real restrictions are that you're performing overtime work and that you stay within the generous $25-per-meal limit. Ah, the sweet incentivizing of working.

Behold the three-pronged art of maximizing your order:
1. Steer clear of places that charge a delivery fee (ruling out Takeout Taxi-affiliated restaurants).
2. Don't order from take-out spots based in Virginia or Maryland (increased delivery time and cost).
3. Never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body.

The somewhat depressing notion of dining all'interno becomes more bearable when you can surround yourself with cartons of wakame salad, lemongrass chicken, tuna rolls, summer rolls, and a $4 bottle of Aquafina.