Wow, I had the same thoughts as I read his post. I could picture the scene like the opening of a noir film. What kind of sandwich? What is the waitress’ name? (Can her name be Thelma? Please?)
Obviously he never worked at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce.
Me, too!
I buy the salad veggies, but not the dressing (I prefer to make my own) or the meat, cheese, and sunflower seeds. I can’t keep veggies fresh for more than a couple of days, and I hate elderly produce.
^^These. I have 3 nearby places where I eat - a Subway, a home cooking place, and authentic Mexican place. All offer healthy meals. Depending on which I choose that day, I spend between $6-$7 including drink. I almost always go alone and read my newspaper while I eat. Its’ my sanity break, and well worth the $35 per week.
I get an hour. On days when my husband is working all day I drive home to let the dog out. I go to the mailbox, let the dog outside, sometimes do some backyard pickup if there’s no snow, let her back in, make an easy lunch, watch a half-hour show (Big Bang Theory, Simpsons, Family Guy, or South Park usually), find each cat and kiss them on the head, then go back to work.
On days when my husband is home I walk across the street to the gym and work out for 45 minutes or so then eat lunch at my desk after.
I read something online that you might find helpful. The blogger portions out salad greens, cherry tomatoes, celery, scallions, whatever (not meat or cheese) into five jars and puts them in the fridge. She grabs one every day to take to work and adds the dressing right before eating.
I did this with small ziploc plastic containers, only I did seven days’ worth. Tucked in the crisper drawer of the fridge they easily stay fresh for well over a week. I can never keep salad greens fresh when I leave them in the big bag, and anyway, often I’m just too lazy to make a salad. But with these babies stacked in the refrigerator, it’s easy to grab one whether to take to work or to eat for dinner.
I do this with salad too. The kids never close up the big bag properly and the salad goes bad real fast. But in the sandwich bags, it stays good and I throw away a lot less.
Officially, I get 30 minutes for a meal break (lunch or dinner - I’m a shift worker) but I count myself lucky if I can grab 10.
I always take food which won’t spoil if I don’t get to eat it (e.g. something frozen), which heats quickly and/or can be scoffed quickly.
Weirdly, my relaxation time is the 30-45 minutes early I always arrive at the studio. ( I’m a cameraman. )
I just today transitioned from buying a small omelette every morning at the corner deli to making my own eggs and such in the microwave at the studio. A bit of a -gag- but I’ll adjust. MUCH less expensive. I get in, get settled, change my shoes ( a must since I wear 100% black on set ) and eat my breakfast and surf the Net.
By the time the rest of the crew is in I’m fed and relaxed.
Lunch? Damn. I just passed my 1 year anniversary at this gig, which I do adore. For many months we had an hour. ( We do 5 10 hour shifts a week ). A few months ago the break became 12:20-12:45.
This week I had a day when I had exactly 6 minutes between the end of a meeting and the start of the next shoot. In that time I would have had to have sprinted up 2 flights of stairs, grabbed my Seamless order of lunch, sprinted back down, wolfed it down and gotten my hands clean before I strapped on the Steadicam again. I decided to wait, so I went from 7:30am to 3:10pm with no break. At my delicious pernil from Sophie’s reheated… that was a first, that level of compressed shoots, but from the bits we’re all hearing, this is the new norm.
So. What do I do during my lunch break? Make television !!! :dubious:
( And since this is a rant no, I cannot identify where I do this )
Great image painted there. I’m imagining her looking a LOT like this gal.
Lunch is my main meal of the day since I take medication at night that requires an almost empty stomach to work well. I chose to take a thirty minute lunch which I eat at my desk. I surf the web on my work kindle. People come in sometimes and want me to do something. Most of the time, I say “let me look into it after lunch” Sometimes I say “do you see the sandwich in my hand? Scram, pest!” Sometimes I say “Certainly, Dr. X, let me look at that for you.” Gotta know your audience. But this is a congenial place to work and even Dr X knows people need their lunch time. Like a good 90% of my co-workers, I also eat my breakfast at my desk. Which I also bring from home. I tend to make oatmeal and chicken dinners on Sunday to last the week. Vacuum sealing is my friend.
I leave my lunch in my car on days I work. I then go out to the car to eat (and read) in peace and quiet, without having to listen to the TV and all the other people in the break room.
Go into a bathroom stall and beat off like a bandit.
For quite a while, my main project and clientkept me busy with immediate fires that if I got lunch at all, it was grabbing a sandwich from the nearest place and running back to my desk. If things were really out of hand, then it was Jimmy John’s delivery and I didn’t even need to leave my desk.
More recently, I’m on new programs with much longer lead type work. So I’ll go to the nearest area with a lot of lunch options, pick one, and if you can believe it, eat it there. I still feel guilty about it. And then most days I’ll then walk down to the beach on the way back, since the water is only a block from my office. Damn hard to beat.
And what about the remaining 59 minutes?
I was hoping he’d tell us he wrote the boss’s name in semen across the inside of the stall door. Kinda like that mysterious poop leaver somebody reported a couple months ago. :eek:
I take a lunch break anywhere between 11:20 AM and 2:00 PM, when I have the time and an appetite. Sometimes I bring in food and just eat at my desk, sometimes I eat in the work’s cafeteria and sometimes I go out, depending on how energetic and busy I am.
Wilberforce Chester Carmichael III, Esq.
This reminds me of a Nixon-era joke.
One morning President Nixon stepped out on the White House balcony to survey a pristine blanket of new-fallen snow. Right below the balcony was a message scrawled in the snow, written in yellow. It said, “Fuck Nixon!” in huge letters.
The President flew into a rage and called in all the staff members within earshot. “Find out who did this!” he barked.
A while later, a senior staffer came back in the room and found Nixon stewing at his desk. “Mr. President,” he began, “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that the message is urine, and it’s Henry Kissinger’s. The bad news is the handwriting is Pat’s.”
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