Are You Taking a Break Or Hanging Out?

Have you ever heard of something so stupid as someone with a Master's degree education who cannot count a whole thirty minutes, figure out that when you see someone with a fork letting food slide down their throat AND doing so in the break room, where, you know, people eat not being able to figure out that person is on their lunch break?

Nothing was said, although the sea witch did act rather strange. It was around an hour later she called me into her lair to ask if I was actually taking my lunch break or 'hanging out'.

First off, I hate that break room. It's like a horrid little imigrint house, or, what I would expect one to look like, with no room to move. By the laws of business, no one respects the laws of the fridge, and steals food, and once, I swear, because I'd never joke about such a thing, someone used to use their nasty food as a fork in my butter.

I obviously told the truth. I don't hang out in break rooms, but thought further about how ridiculious this was. If we are supposed to be so on task, why are becoming down right paranoid about people's eating, and if eating could be considered 'hanging out'?

I later had a conversation after work with a friend that consisted of this:

No, I go there and hang out with my New York Jets gang. We have angry dance offs with the spanish copier and tuffs with the other gangs that work in departments down the hall while practicing our dance moves and leaning up against our fridge, smoking black and milds while drinking vodka from the coffee cups and getting jail tats while sitting on the shredder.

Needless to say, I do NOT eat there anymore. I go outside and eat behind the bushes like I have an eating disorder. I wish that were a Joke.

Stupid questions deserve stupid answers,
Alexis