#workinginanoffice

I work in an office where the most interesting topic of conversation is deciding where lunch will come from.The debate over this conundrum can take them up to two hours to finally settle on. Or, in office years: three.You see, office time is approximately 50% longer in experience than in reality. Therefore, a typical work day of 8 hours actually feels somewhere between 12 on a good day and up to 13 on a particularly bad day (especially in the winter season with limited daylight hours.) 

When I say “them” I am referring to the construction dudes I work alongside. Their generations range between X, Y, and Z but they all seem to share a few fundamental qualities: Republican, white, top heavy, and generally even-tempered with the exception of some use of mildly offensive language that would likely result in termination if reported. Especially by a female.But I have nothing against the dudes. They’ve always shown courtesy to me in contrast to their macho bash-talking to each other. 

Returning to the topic of lunch: They frequent a handful of places but mostly fall back on Togos. On slow days when they all seem to have an hour and a half to spare dining, they’ll round up the whole pack and head to some major chain like BJ’s or Chili’s that specializes in overpriced bar food appropriately portioned for three people per plate. These places I can only allow myself to indulge in for special occasions or maybe just a weekend a have a particularly wild hair up my ass. But they will just go for lunch on a regular… old…day. So long as the location accepts the company MasterCard, of course.