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I've been out to lunch for two consecutive days now. Let me rephrase that. I've gone out for lunch with colleagues over the past two days, and I have another date this Friday. I feel so popular.

As my month of RFP hell comes to a close, it's starting to feel like the chain that binds me to my desk has a few more links than I thought. I'm not just limited to visiting the kitchen or bathroom anymore. I can actually leave the building. Hallelujah!

Yesterday, we went for Chinese food. We shared a giant platter of chow mein and drank from what seemed to be a bottomless teapot. And as busy as my day was, going out really helped take the edge off. That's a luxury usually only reserved for wine -- a true and constant love. I returned feeling lighter and refuelled.

And today I finally felt like I could breathe again. So off we went to the chalet to vent over rotisserie chicken, french fries and bowls of special sauce.

Because when you're expressing frustration, let's face it, a salad just doesn't cut it.