Working life is a pain. It can really be a pain in the neck.
Sometimes I go through a whole day without a break, or rather without a moment even to catch my breath.
I get frustrated when I don't get my lunch break because I simply do not have a moment to spare. I get even more frustrated when caring co-workers with good intentions insist I join them for lunch.
"I just had a really heavy breakfast "
"I am on a special diet regime. I don't do lunch"
"I not feeling well so I'll skip lunch. "
After a long period of deliberate evasive maneuvers everybody gave up on me. I'm simply known as the person who doesn't eat.
"You know what, I don't think I have ever seen him eat"
"Perhaps he doesn't need to because he is a vampire. "
I adopt and own such a reputation. Just let me be. I just sulk and work through lunch grouchily, staring daggers at anyone who brings up lunch in their conversation.
As expected or unexpectedly, work efficiency is still low. I hardly accomplish anything.
I do feel angry all the time like Bruce Banner though, restraining myself hard not to smash all the office equipment.
One fateful day Cara had some matters with me and I had to meet her for lunch. It was such a long lunch break that I eventually gave up on checking my watch.
"Just take it easy and have your food"
I begrudingly complied.
"After this we will have some desserts next door. "
My exasperation turned to despair.
When I arrived back at my desk I realised I had been away for 2.5 hours. That's a crime for capital punishment if caught.
I thought no further about it and dived back into work.
When I finished for the day I realised it had been the most productive day I'd had for as long as I could remember.
I really should take long lunch breaks to improve productivity.
Or I could just be my usual tired and hungry self and attempt murder on people around me with my angry stare.
It's just a personal choice. There really isn't a right or wrong answer.
Thursday, 5 April 2018
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