made a grab for my wet tea leaves in the strainer, picked them up, smelled them
NO NO NO NO NO. None of that is okay! Why would anyone think it is???
When I'm at the nicer of my two offices, I try to eat in the very lovely breakout area with the comfy chairs and curl up with a podcast or audiobook so people don't bother me. But when I'm at the shitty office, the break room is even more depressing than my desk, so I'd rather be where the interwebs are.
Eating at my desk most days is due to a number of factors: cheapness, dieting, time, not getting out in the heat.
I eat at my desk because that is where the internets live
I eat lunch at my desk maybe once a week. The other days I bring a laptop or iPad with me when I go out to lunch. (I can use the personal hotspot on my iPhone if there's no wifi.)
Today I get to eat at home, because the people who installed insulation on Monday messed up something with the lights, so I have to go home to let them in to see if they can fix it.
I'll still be in front of the computer though.
YAY ?
Some of those desk lunches are delicious looking and not sad at all!
"Gosh, Batman--remember this leather thong? It still has your teethmarks in it!"
Can any of the New Englanders help me with something? I've been trying to track down an obituary since Monday, but it hasn't been online, and I'm wondering if it's in the print edition of either the Globe or the Herald. The deceased is John Ludden, and he passed on Sunday the 5th. Any help would be greatly appreciated!
Sorry, I don't have the actual paper. I'm sure it exists in my office building, but I have no idea where, since my department stopped getting them. Weird.