Part of me misses the auditors in the kitchen.

Part of me misses the auditors in the kitchen.

For about a month they camped out there in the conference rooms attached to the kitchens with their laptops, bags of Oreos, and mountains of paperwork. I never really spoke to them much, but they were always there, late into the night, even on weekends, looking harried.

The fridge had more spoiled food in it. The garbage overflowed. I think they ate Julie’s lunch one day. And yet, I miss them a little.