Tuesday, September 13, 2016, 8:30 am
Working lunch—why?
Recently, I finished a life-changing bit of enlightenment called The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck
I believe everyone should read this once in their lives. I know some people who are super intolerant of the word “fuck,” but anyone who can look past that will get value out of this book.
Honestly, I can’t give a fuck about those people... or at least their intolerance.
Anyway, it’s time to start practicing what I’ve learned from this book. First? Working lunches.
Why do people subject themselves to eating at their desk while they’re slaving away at their job? Nothing is so critical you can’t get away for an hour. Nothing.
If you disagree with me, you’re not managing your work day very well.
Food is important to me and if I agree to join you for lunch, I have no interest in eating lukewarm food while hunched over a laptop computer and watching you talk with your mouthful.
No, none. If I’m going to join you for lunch, it should be an experience. Get out of the office, order a margarita (or two), and make small talk while waiting for the food to cool enough to eat... delighted it’s so fresh and hot and didn’t travel to the office in someone’s stinky car through the rain.
Why do you do this to yourself? Seriously.
I will no longer follow anyone down this rabbit hole of self-torture. You want to meet for lunch? Great! You want to work for lunch? I’ll work while you eat, then I’ll go grab a pleasant bite and a cocktail when we part ways.
And no longer accept any lunch invites from you. And no, I’m not sorry about that.
Ariana Grande
My Everything