lunch. It's just like it sounds, two hours of sitting at lunch.
Now, I used to hate the long lunches. Why? Killled my productivity.
But lately, I've been unmotivated. Kind of uninspired (working in the
burbs is killing my vibe). So lunch with the attorneys took us to the
Woodlands Resort. Two waters, a cup of delicious chicken poblano soup,
a rib eye salad and a pecan pie slice later, two hours had passed.
Returning to work, I felt that....good feeling. Like part of the work
day had gone by and I wasn't staring at the computer screen searching
for a needle in a haystack.
If it is for only one day, I welcome you back Two Hour Lunch. I didn't
know what I had until you were gone.
As an aside I was subjected to two hours of right-wing, suburban
political banter about how awful sotamayor is going to be and a
sarcastic comment about her being a wise Latina. Also a comment about
American made products and how we need to bring them back. Lest we
forget most American made products are quite shoddy, just like their
foreign counterparts. Oh you yuppies. If it hadn't been for the two
hour lunch I might actually be upset
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