I was excited to discover that along with my long hours at this job came an hour-long lunch break (with flexible timing, no less!) At my last job, there was a gorgeous cafeteria and lots of people around, so I had a lot of options for what to do. Sometimes I read, sometimes I ate with friends, sometimes I ran errands, etc.
The first day at this job I brought a book (no one eats together in the office), but it became pretty evident what would happen if I ate there - I would not actually be getting a break. People still come in to work with me, I still get phone calls, and, well, it's hard to just SIT there and NOT work on things with DEADLINES.
I'm extraordinarily lucky enough to work less than 10 minutes from our apartment, so I've taken to heading home for my lunch hour. It started when we first got our kitty - she was so little and we were afraid she'd be lonely once Wal started working full time, too. I've gotten into a lunchtime habit, now, but it's not really what I had imagined. I thought I'd be getting little naps, that sort of thing, but I have actually *never* been so lucky (Thanks, Kinski!).
I've got the frozen diet lunches (which, some of them are pretty good. Maybe reviews eventually?), and while those are cooking, it's CLEANING TIME. I can do dishes in that 3 - 4 minutes, and when I'm done with lunch I clean the litterbox. Sometimes there's vacuuming, but recently all the extra time goes to the guinea pigs. Sometime I get to play with them, today was a cage-cleaning day.
There's some TV involved, which is sort of relaxing. Merv Griffin's Crosswords is pretty fun to play along with.
But now I've got to run, there are a lot of chips and hay on the floor in the pet corner...