Sentences with phrase «read on my lunch break»

I love having my library in one place and not having to choose which book to take with me to read on lunch breaks and extended trips.

I also love that I can sync my phone because I like to read on my lunch break at work, or while waiting for appointments.

Not exact matches

It's no longer cool to read Ayn Rand on your lunch break.

While I was on my break, some of you may have read about a controversial decision by the New York City Department of Education to discontinue a popular NYC school lunch program run by Wellness in the Schools (WITS).

Sometimes I wish Bruske would rename his blog (Better DC School Food), as it's one of my go - to sources for breaking information about school food issues nationwide — not just in D.C.. For any parents particularly interested in school lunch reform, you'll want to put Bruske's blog on your internet reading list.

Let's Do Lunch Inc., doing business as Integrated Food Service, put a positive spin on the recall, saying «due to school summer breaks, any foods remaining in frozen... Continue Reading

If you get an hour break at lunch time, rather than sit in the canteen reading the newspaper or watching lunchtime soaps on TV, get a brief workout in.

Since I became a mom, I squeeze my yoga snacks between my clients, on my lunch break, while my son is reading books on the potty:), you get the idea.

The 6 Main Factors Affecting Your Digestion When It Comes To Stress Most patients I see in my practice eat under some kind of stressful situation, like a time constraint (during their lunch break in front of a screen), while watching the six o'clock news at night, checking messages on their cell phone or checking -LSB-...] Read More

At my old job I used to go to the park on my lunch break and read for most of it.

Brian was on spring break, so we got to eat Breakfast, Lunch AND Dinner together every single day:) That also means Brian was on puppy duty this week, so I could... [Read more...]

I know I sometimes get restless when my favorite bloggers head out of town — what the heck do you read while you're on your lunch break?!

Ok - I was on the fence, but after constantly reading amazing reviews on the Origins charcoal mask I'm buying a tube on my lunch break!

12:30 p.m. — It's a slow time of the month at work, so I go for a short walk around the area on my lunch break and read my book.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting at a local restaurant on my lunch break reading a few of my favorite fashion blogs.

«They would meet during lunch breaks and at night, and one person would read the homework assignment while the others worked on the quilt,» Schwager says.

To be honest, I've stopped reading this collection of poems by Ada Limón because my wife absconded with it — took it with her to work so she could read more of it on her breaks and over lunch, which, if that isn't a testament to the power of a collection of poetry, I'm not sure what is.

A cafe may use it as a sirens call of allure to the business lunch crowd, that wants to be able to read on their break.

Though it's unlikely you'll want to consume War and Peace on your iPhone, having a few e-books on board for a quick read on the train or your lunch break is a great way to pass some time.

The First Reader reads for much the same reasons, and his reading has been on lunch breaks, mostly.

If you're promoting commuter or lunch fiction, remind your readers to stock up on the weekends, so they don't waste precious time during their commutes or lunch breaks just searching for the next read.

- I read Felipe Smith's Peepo Choo 3 on my lunch break today.

And even though eInk displays are less prone to glare than LCDs, an anti-glare screen protector is a good choice to minimize glare from overhead lighting, especially if you tend to read at the office on your lunch break.

On Tuesday, after a lunch break at Domenico and Eleanore De Sole's trial against the Knoedler gallery in U.S. District Court in Manhattan, the room was packed with onlookers in preparation for the testimony of Michael Hammer, Knoedler's owner, and... Read More

I'm no expert, and if anyone taking the bar finds him or herself reading this blog on the way into the exam or during a lunch break, that person is probably pretty confident already.

Reading these posts on my lunch break has been the highlight of my week.

Reading this post on my lunch break, CoCo!

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.