You know that one coworker who treats the lunch break like a corporate board meeting? Yeah, that’s Karen in our office. Every day at noon, she declares it’s time for the “Lunch Plan.” Like, we’re not eating ramen and leftover spaghetti in a breakroom that smells like old coffee—no, we’re apparently on some Michelin-starred culinary adventure. Yesterday, she spent 15 minutes explaining the “correct” way to reheat lasagna in the microwave, as if she’s Gordon Ramsay and the breakroom is Hell’s Kitchen. And heaven forbid someone brings in fast food. She gives you this look like you’ve personally insulted her and the fine art of lunch. Lady, it’s a sandwich, not a life choice.