what do you do when you see a friend/coworker/loved one eating somehing absolutely inappropraite for lunch...or worse, skipping lunch all together on a regular basis???
do you intervene or do you just let it slide??
is it your business?? do you put on your OWFL cape (i know y'all got em) and leap to the rescue?? or do you go about you business with a little chuckle that says "he's gonna regret that in about 40 minutes"??
what would you do?? and while your at it, WFL??????
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People who skip lunch are beyond help. All you can do is 'tsk tsk' & shake your head sadly. They have to come around to the Good Lunch on their own time. Witness!
I was about to start this off with "I'm a big fan of the more, the merrier," but, even as I started to type it, I realized that was a complete lie. I've made my stance on the large-group lunch clear in recent weeks. Sorry for almost lying to you.
I often like to eat lunch with someone else. If nothing else, it provides comic relief in the midst of dull or maddening work days. If one of THOSE rare people whose company I seek starts making a habit of no- or ill-advised-lunching, I will obliquely intervene by forcing him/her into lunch plans with me. If we're talking about the other, garfling masses, then this sentence is really the most consideration I have given or will give their lunch habits ever.
As for today, I haven't quite wrapped my head around lunch because I'm still basking in the afterglow of a Dunkin' Donuts Omelette Supreme breakfast sandwich. Sunshine and I went on an abortive quest this morning to find that triple-meat breakfast sammie that Uni mentioned the other day. It turns out I wasn't up to the trek (especially since we didn't know where to find a BK around here) and wound up at Dunkin' Donuts. I was not at all disappointed.
I just noticed that my posts tend to be longer when I'm hungover at work...
Grown people should be trusted to make their own lunch decisions. I helps only me self.
Nice picture Miu, I finally had to click on it to figure out what it was! I used to love those. My little bro was a fiend.
Lunch today = a sandwich inspired by muffulatta - tapenade, salami, mourbier cheese & some feldsalat (aka maiche lettuce). I am really looking forward to it! So much so, that I may eat here in the next few minute, just from being hungry & not having had breakfast. Snarf.
Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I think if people don't appreciate lunch, then screw 'em. Skipping breakfast is one thing, skipping lunch is just a sign of a disorder that is far beyond our abilities to help. Unless someone is a licensed lunch interventionist I don't know about?
Anybody in CHI town know of anybody looking for a roommate in and around August?
I'm the lunch girl at my office because no one takes it more seriously than I do. Surprise surprise. I frequently have to assist others with their orders, remind them to eat or encourage them to supplement the sandwich they brought from home with something yummy from wherever I am going. I take my lunching seriously. And so should you. And don't be afraid of leading when others are not embracing the glories of lunch.
I ate very early today: BLT on 12 grain toast, heavy mayo and a V8. I hadn't had a V8 in years but I noticed that Jo drinks them regularly so I decided to pick some up recently and I must say I have really been enjoying them.
Sometimes helping out a lost luncher is necessary--almost a moral imperative. For example, the interns, excuse me "summer associates", started this week. If one if them is going to make a huge mistake in the cafeteria in our building, I'll step in, because I'm a good mentor like that. But this will only last for a couple weeks. Eventually, the chicks must leave the nest.
And now, I need to vent. Today for lunch, I decided to venture away from the cafeteria and head to the fancy pants deli next door. I wanted a custom salad. There were 6 people in line in front of me. Totally manageable when there are two people making salads. However, the two people directly in front of me proceeded to order multiple salads--6 for one person, at least 8 for another (he was still ordering when I left). Now I'm all for office collegiality, and it was very nice of them to order for everyone, but had I know that there were essentially 18 people in line in front of me, I would have gone elsewhere. There needs to be a way to identify multiple orderers--maybe those numbers people wear on their backs in races? Is this a good idea, or am I just being cranky.
Oh, and, ultimately, my salad was yummy, though not quite worth the wait: half spinach/half mixed greens, red onion, grape tomatoes, mushrooms, bleu cheese, cajun grilled chicken, and balsamic vinaigrette.
Quiet disapproval.
If you are ordering more than about 3 sandwiches or salads or whatever, common courtesy (if not common sense, b/c, der) dictates that you call fucking ahead. I'm sorry, but anyone who has gone to the trouble to go around & ask everyone for all their various orders is clearly organized enough to phone it in. Fuck, I hate getting stuck behind those people. And why would you even want to stand there for 20 minutes going "No, no onions on Cobb Salad #1, extra onions on Cobb Salad #2". Gah!!!!!!!
Wow, I got all fired up.
I can sum that up using Earthquake's words.
"I hate people. they suck"
One of those days...my carton of milk exploded on my way to work today on the bus, inside my backpack that I had on my lap. I wound up getting a wet spot on the side of my pants in the thigh area...a huge wet spot. It was not exactly in an area where it should've been mistaken as a wee-wee error (unless I had a horse cock that hung to the right), but I did get some odd stares as I walked six blocks down K St. And now I have a huge water stain in that same area from trying to wash out the fabric a little because I was afraid that I would smell like sour milk. AND I have interviews set up for this afternoon...I guess it is better to be a stained interviewer than a stained interviewee. Or is it...???
My quinoa pilaf got a little milk in it from the mishap but I'll eat it anyways.
Shout wipes, Uni. They are unbeleivable.
Quiet Disapproval, Jo? For what? For What?
Quiet disapproval of co-workers' lunches.
I just ate a prociutto sandwich aon foccacia with potato and pasta salad.
Did I mention I'm in the Magic Kingdom?
World Miu, World.
Mmmmm . . . my pseudo-muff was tasty. Although I think maybe I was supposed to rinse the lettuce. It was in one of those bins that I thought was ready-to-eat, but every now & then I would get a grainy spot. Mm, whatever. It was good & I wish I had a second sammich right now. Sigh. I'll have to make do with veggies (leftovers from party!) and yogurt (Total with strawberry - yummmmm).
I need to get a Tide-to-go pen. Although I doubt it would work on the enormous hole on my elbow that was just pointed out to me. Like, what the hell? Where did it come from? It's not just a small hole like it wore out - it's a good inch across like I snagged it on a nail but good. So annoying. I really like this shirt. Grr.
Yes, it's true. My brain also thinks I have boy-hips. Consequently I'm always banging them as I turn corners or whatnot. For awhile I had matching bruises on each hip from trying to sit in the aisle seat in the metro without sitting on the person next to me & scraping my hip down the armrest. It was hott.
woo hoo! champagne in the office midafternoon is the best!!
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