Have Dinner With Me

If I had my way, I’d have my own office—four solid walls, a door that actually closes, and the glorious sound of silence. Instead, I have this box. This stupid, cramped cubicle where privacy goes to die and gossip thrives like mold. Whoever invented open offices must’ve been a sadist. It's a direct attack on staff privacy.

Especially today.

Every Belmont employee within a ten-foot radius was prac