The Lunch Break Disappeareth
Stanley Bing protests:
This simple ritual during the midpoint of our waking hours has been an inalienable pillar of freedom since Nog the cave person struck the first wildebeest at midday and gnawed on its entrails for an hour or so, after which he or she took a nice postprandial nap. With the ubiquity of mikebloombergian cubicles, most of us can kiss the small restorative snooze goodbye. But now it seems that even the noontime break for sustenance -- that core strut in the construction of our daily humanity -- is in danger too.
[For those of us who are used to a peanut butter sandwich at our desks, this may not be that big of a shock.]