Now that we are under a system of favoritism, segregation and inner circles, it only makes sense to reorganize the dinning area as the high school hierarchy we now have in place.
Of course we have your typical cliques of jocks, boasting about whatever toys they got, or how their portfolios are doing. The saps that check their emails during lunch, unsuspecting their fate, as many others that have pulled their weight, just because everybody else looks bad. Not to mention those who hit and run with take out orders in hand, rushing back to their lairs to do what they do best: Nothing!
Just stay away from the HSERS table while they have their daily pow wows, plotting against their next victim, just to keep looking good in front of their master.
What brings us to yearly bonuses.The numbers are done, the checks are signed and the fates are sealed. In a nutshell, the gifted will win bigly, and the rest should be happy to still be around, not lingering in the hallways as a sorry memory of days past.
You see, you are back to the purgatory called high school. You never paid your dues. You are in bondage, dreaming of retirement, always watched, always followed, always judged and never in peace with your own thoughts.