Sentences with phrase «call around the lunch»

So no matter how much you try to schedule that conference call around the lunch time nap, it doesn't always go to plan.

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SPONSORED: From school lunches to softball teams to food pantries around the state, Alaska's seafood industry finds ways to give back to the communities it calls home.

Through her Cook for America ® culinary boot camps, she works around the country to provide school food personnel with culinary training, turning them from re-heaters of processed food into what she calls passionate «Lunch Teachers.»

Or just call her Mrs. Q. That's the moniker chosen by the anonymous teacher who has vowed to eat school lunches for a year and blog the results in hopes of inspiring change at her school and others around the country.

Starting during the 2014 - 2015 school year, low - income schools around the nationcan utilize a program called Community Eligibility to offer free breakfasts and lunches to all students in their schools.

And it hangs around in the brain, stimulating the regions that control sleep, mood, and concentration, slowly dissipating over three to four hours (68)-- which is plenty of time for you to get through your morning inbox, survive the staff meeting, return a few calls, and then get ready for lunch.

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I was, at the time, in an Arizona restaurant, where I and a friend had stopped for lunch on our cross country road - trip to bring her the dog that she had adopted from me - «Q.») I think that the woman who called me thought I had a van and went around picking up dogs that were no longer pleasing to their fickle companions and somewhere a huge warehouse in which to keep them while, with my other hours, I found them suitable homes.

At the executive offices of Blue Buffalo, in Wilton, Conn., Labradors and golden retrievers wander the halls, nosing around for lunch leftovers, and members of William Bishop's 300 - person workforce all call the 75 - year - old founder and chairman Bill.

The loggers would gather around the steam donkey with their nose bags, which is what they called their bagged lunches, and enjoy some fresh «donkey boiler coffee» prepared in the steam donkey's boiler.

Then we go 2 hours downhill around 1:00 p.m. to where we will have our delicious Peruvian lunch, in the area called Huayracmachay.

After lunch we took a tour around the gastronomic section of Tijuana and a residential area called Chipultapec — which sits next to the TJ country club — and we got wowed by the houses of the Tijuana rich and famous.

- Nintendo - themed bao spot called Baoser - opening on Southeast Hawthorne Boulevard in Portland, Oregon - will be decorated «like Bowser's castle» from Super Mario Bros. - bao are fluffed - up steamed buns folded like tacos around various fillings - there will also be «Yoshi steak,» a marinated flank steak with buns and sesame broccoli slaw, and broccoli puree - will be open for lunch and late nights till 3 am, starting the last week of May

A very long lunch and short walk around town followed, not without some interesting local characters: an old man that claimed to be the only one called Robinson in the island and that sold one of the crew members some lobster and the most adorable labrador dog that accompanied us all afternoon among them.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.