I’ve got a busy job.
It involves a lot of meetings, a lot of running around doing things, sorting things out, making – and sometimes stopping – things from happening.
Lately, work has stretched at the seams, slowly drifting into cracks it never reached before … those hours early in the very early morning when the lights flicker on for me as I stride alone, wearily, down the office, breaking the peace and waking a frozen PC, with nothing but coffee and silence for company. It’s attacked other parts of the day, too … that time in the middle formerly called ‘lunch’ is a recent casualty.
Lunch, or whatever you call that meal (often ‘dinner’ round here) has all but gone these days, reduced to simply eating something while working, instead of anything that could be described as a meal. Soup, a sandwich, or if I’m organised, the remains of last night’s dinner, most often at my desk, occasionally hunched in a corridor between meetings, barely ever in the actual restaurant. Sometimes, there’s nothing at all.
This isn’t good. Not good at all.
There’ are clear benefits to taking a proper break at lunchtime, and the nutritional angle is the least of the rewards. There’s much to be said for removing yourself from the workplace for a while in the middle of the day, simply going somewhere different and just not working.