cg16, I’m trying to figure out if you are very young, very naive or very stupid or a combination of them.
I’ve concluded that the 16 is in fact his/her age. Possibly inflated to get past the minimum age requirement for the board.
Because just because you are eating doesn’t mean people won’t talk to you. If you’re at your work station, you’re at work.
If I’m trying to eat and someone comes to my desk insisting on talking to me, I’m being disturbed.
If someone insists talking WORK when I’m on my lunch break, I’m being disturbed (and pissed off).
Had any number of times where I have to turn my back on someone who just won’t fucking leave me alone so I can eat my damned lunch.
And I’ve had idiot bosses who schedule meetings over lunch time and then somehow believe that we’ve now had lunch and can get back to work. :rolleyes:
And woe betidst thou and thy tome…
If you’re trying to spend your one free moment at work with an Actual Hardcover Book (for some reason, magazines and books-on-your-phone don’t elicit this) a certain subset of the populace just HAS to interrupt you.
They will go out of their way to come over, stare at the back of your head if you don’t acknowledge them, and ask "So izzat a book? Which one? I think my mom read that. I reeeally should read more, but I just don’t have any tiiiiiime… (keep in mind, Miss ‘Over-booked’ is wasting her entire lunch hour) So 'zit a good book? Are you almost done? When did you start it? Is that the one that they’re gonna make into a movie with Adam Sandler and somebody, umm, John-Luke Picard?..
…oh, should I leave you alone?"
I got bedbugs from a week long business trip, and came back on Monday to a (figurative) pile of work so large I can’t see the end.
Between the time I went home last night and this morning I collected 25 unread emails (a pretty reasonable amount), 90% of which require some braining and a response from me. After working like a madman and grinding away at the pile, I’m down to only 38 unread emails. Wait, that’s not a smaller number at all. 
See, I don’t get this. It’s like saying, “I’d breathe more, if I had the time.”
I tried eating in the break room when I first started working…like many people here, I like reading during my lunch break. For some reason my coworkers always felt the need to hold a discussion about what I was reading, especially after I showed up with a Scientific American. Now I always eat at my desk because our break room is just too tiny, and it’s very unpleasant once the cube folks get in there and max out the TV volume so they can hear “Family Feud” over their own conversations. Sometimes one of the field service engineers will decide to run multiple sets of D-size drawings, and he lays them out on the break room tables to check and organize them. On those days, nobody eats in the break room. There is a bit of an understanding in my office though – people sitting at their desks during the designated lunch hour should be left alone, whether they have food in front of them or not.
You work in Night Vale?? 
And don’t forget its close cousin, “You have too many books!” >.<
If someone is retarded enough to ask me a work question when they see me eating they will get cursed out.
it has to do with 2016.
I actually had my own office at one place where I worked, and I was able to close my door during lunch so I could read, but that was only once place out of many.
Always the charmer.
My supervisor is the only person who can ask me a work related question when I am on lunch.
It is possible to say no without cursing someone out.
And if I were your supervisor, you’d be disciplined for anything other than courteous behavior, regardless of your level of annoyance, even if all you are doing is courteously replying that you’ll get back to that person later. Lunch doesn’t make you invisible and free from human interaction.
Ah. So swearing at a co-worker is appropriate business behavior? And where do you work where this is acceptable? :dubious:
Look, if I don’t want to be disturbed while I’m eating I LEAVE THE WORK AREA. Luckily, we have a nice spacious break room, with room for several tables, three fridges, two toaster ovens, four microwaves, two vending machines, a coffee maker, a water dispenser, and an icemaker. It’s seldom crowded, I can get a table to myself and eat in peace with my Kindle. I don’t want to socialize, I want to read my book. I have enough social interaction during the seven plus other hours, I want one hour to myself.
I don’t like the break room because I can’t read the paper online while I am eating lunch.
What does that have to do with you slamming people who aren’t sociable in the break room while they’re eating lunch?
[whooshing noise]
My husband made that silly remark last time we moved. I only had 40 boxes! I told him when he was willing to part with some hopelessly obsolete computer hardware he insists on keeping, THEN we’ll talk about thinning out still-good books. 
Because when I am in there heating up my lunch I just thought it was odd that some people are sitting alone when they can go back to their desk like me.