Occasionally, I like to do a bit of writing (Not Writing, you understand – just common or garden writing), because it can be an enjoyable and relaxing diversion. Consequently, when the mood strikes during lunchtime, I have no hesitation in indulging my urge to tap out semantic symphonies on my PC*.
The primary drawback to this is that when I’m hammering away furiously at my keyboard, people assume that I must be ‘on the clock’. The fact that I would want to take a break around midday to relax, swallow a bit of nourishment and do my own thing seems to be a concept too foreign for my colleagues to absorb. If I don’t hide under the desk, I often end up having to deal with one pointless query after another. “Piss off, it’s lunchtime!” mumbled around a mouthful of apple only results in a furrowed brow accompanied by the inevitable puzzled semi-question, “Oh, you weren’t working?” and doesn’t actually seem to get rid of the bastards.
It is therefore no coincidence that the majority of my ‘angry’ entries tend to be posted in the early afternoon.
* Oh man, sometimes I’m so pretentious I could just shit!