Lunch

Lunch is always a mission.  First of all there is nothing to eat that is interesting in the Flatiron District (There's so much Shake Shack a guy can handle). More importantly though is that I need to ask coworkers what they are doing for lunch without Annoying Coworker hearing.  This goes on like a god damn Mission Impossible scene. Sometimes emails are exchanged between two or three people sitting no more than 5 feet from one another. Other times, when Annoying Coworker steps out for the bathroom, we quickly discuss our options. The room lights up with conversation, much like the floor of the stock market, only to fall silent like a library once Annoying Coworker reenters the room.

We have our eating habits as well: If Annoying Coworker is in we eat at the lunch room. If not, we eat at our desks and listen to music, make jokes, enjoy life and all it's minute pleasures. We have, on occasion, fallen into the Annoying Coworker trap. The trap is set when Annoying Coworker leaves the office with her bag and coat and shuts off the lights (We fall for this trick all too often). We then go out and get our lunch and sit down at our desks and BAM Annoying Coworker enters the room with lunch. We are crest fallen when the lights go back on and she sits down with her lunch.

On the the end of the spectrum Annoying Coworker will leave for the day (at like 3pm) and leave the lights on. She will not say goodbye to anyone and just vanish.  But we sit and wait...and wait for her to come through the doorway and ruin our afternoon only to realize at 4:55pm that she has gone home for the day. 

So we play this cat and mouse game. Day in and day out. 5 days a week. 52 weeks a year.