Usually at work, I eat a mid-morning snack around 10:00. I almost always have two torillas filled with spinach and blue cheese crumbles. Sometimes I eat them over the course of an hour or so, sometimes I eat them both at once.
Then usually around 12:30, I'm getting hungry, but I always try to finish "just one more thing" and usually end up getting up around 1:00 or 1:15 to go microwave a frozen meal and eat at my desk -- sometimes while reading blogs, sometimes while continuing to work.
Today, I was hungry around noon, and then very hungry by 12:45, when, as usual, I tried to finish something up. I made it to the microwave at 1:10 and was back in my office at about 1:15. I shut the door behind me, got out my fork, took one bite, and there was a knock on my door.
My boss came in to discuss a low-exposure case that is hot right now because it's pretty much turning into a big and unexpected mess. I'd been working on it some during the morning, and I'd left a couple messages with attorneys I needed to talk to.
Well, as we're discussing the case, one of the attorneys calls me back, so I take the call with my boss on speaker. That takes about 20 more minutes. And then my boss and I have to further discuss how I'm going to proceed.
The entire time, my lunch was sitting right in front of me, getting colder and colder as I got hungrier and hungrier. At one point during the call with the attorney, I grabbed a piece of tofu sticking up from the bowl and ate it (it was the Amy's Teriyaki bowl), but I felt awkward doing that in front of my boss, so instead I just sat there starving until 2:05 when we were finally done.
Agonizing I tell you, agonizing.
My revenge: blogs while I eat instead of more work.