I found this, um, reading a blog I like (Tomato Nation, advice and stuff like this) (and stories about her cats and the Roomba vacuum). This is about food at work, a very apropos subject at my job:
Here, lunch is recess. Food gets fetishized at work, possibly because communal breaking of bread is one of human society’s strongest signifiers of acceptance and unity, but probably because everyone is kind of bored…
We spend a lot of time thinking about food here—where to get lunch, what to get, what time to get it, whether to order it in or go out for it, do we want Mexican, does anyone else want Mexican, no thanks I got a sandwich already, what kind of sandwich, ham and cheddar on rye toast with champagne mustard, ooh where’d ya get that, deli on the corner, hmm maybe I’ll get that instead except I’m not hungry yet, what are you getting, nothing I just had a scone, on and on it goes all day.Either someone is eating, someone is fantasizing out loud about eating, or someone is admiring something someone else is eating. Or we’re filling the time we don’t spend eating by going out for coffee, rationing ourselves a snack, buying gum, refilling our water bottles, biting our nails, and otherwise just trying to get to the part of the day where we go home and start dinner.