I'll pop into a few stores here and
there on my lunch break in Georgetown and I'll say the store that has the best budget friendly options is Urban Outfitters.
Not exact matches
There's tutoring, grading, lesson planning, eating
lunch (finally), taking a bathroom
break (finally), contacting parents, attending meetings, and the list goes
on.
I was typing away everywhere:
on the subway, in the Whole Foods line, even grabbing a
lunch break here and
there at the office.
I would attend staff meetings where
there would be massive outpourings of prayer, where
lunch breaks would be accompanied by discussions of the nature of the Trinity, and where, at any given moment, I could walk into a coworker's office to see them bowed over an open Bible, meditating
on the Bread of Life.
If you know you only have two hours of time to write after the kids go to bed or while your dad is at his physio appointment or thirty minutes
on your
lunch break (been
there for all of those), you can't use that time to do all the other stuff like finally completing a will like you've always meant to do or you can spend it doing quizzes
on Buzzfeed.
In the case of the woman strolling beside the Empire State Building
on lunch break, one might say that whereas God does not convey to her the information that
there is in fact a piano falling her way, he could shoot into her consciousness via subjective aim an awareness of the possibility that a piano just might be falling her way.
If
there was ever any doubt as to Ice - T's stance
on food, the hip - hop icon cleared it up in the Body Count video «Institutionalized»: While taking a
lunch break, he's accosted by a film crew member wearing a «Meat Is Murder» T - shirt.
An account of the day Roger Bannister
broke the four minute mile: «
There was ham salad for
lunch, a shower of rain at 5.15 pm, a gusting wind, a false start, and then history... It is 60 years today since that iconic moment
on the crunchy, uneven, gravel track at Iffley Road, Oxford... Bannister was 25, a medical student, and he was running in the annual Amateur Athletic Association v Oxford University Athletic Club match.»
It even allows you to do it
on the train,
on your
lunch break, or
on the toilet (you know you play with your phone
there!)
There will be five talks, morning and afternoon
breaks, as well as a
break for
lunch, during which attendees can look round the stalls, make new friends, go to the drop - in breastfeeding group, take their children to the soft play, and sample the food and drink for sale
on the site.
There is a long two - hour
lunch break in French schools, and while this makes the day longer (maybe too long) for the kids,
on the other side, the children have a good
break in the middle of the day to eat their
lunch slowly and digest afterwards in the recess area (French law states that children must sit at the table for a minimum of 30 minutes).
After a short
lunch break,
there's an afternoon seminar
on one of the camp's core topics.
There are also those that are working or catching up
on a lot during their
lunch breaks, so they want to be supportive somehow, so they just right anything.
Sometimes the shows are just going
on and
on and
there is no
lunch break at all.
There's nothing sexy about grabbing an espresso
on your
lunch break.
On Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday,
there are then six one - hour classes with
break time and
lunch time that leads to the end of the formal school day at 3.45 pm.
On my
lunch break at work a few days later I found a tire store «Latino» and they said they can plug it for me no problem for $ 5.00, and when I am ready to buy a new one I can buy one
there for $ 62.00.
Sit down
on your
lunch break, bang out a couple thousand words, maybe add a pinch of editing and
there you are, four or five entertaining pages to wow friends, family and literary agents.
There will be a
lunch break on en - route, we will offer you a number of alternatives (attraction entrance fees & meal cost not included in tour).
DAN GREENAWALT I mean,
there's something I've been working
on during my
lunch breaks but it's just a joke, it's not a real game.
There is just toooooo much info here to enjoy
on my
lunch break today.
There are some scenarios where you may not qualify for workers» compensation, such as if you were injured from a slip or fall while
on your
lunch break, or while traveling to or from work.
There will be ample time during
breaks, and two specific social events in the exhibit hall — a Wine and Cheese reception
on Monday evening, and
lunch in the exhibits
on Tuesday.
While a full job search unfortunately can't be done
on your
lunch hour,
there are steps you can take during that precious
break to alleviate some of your job search stress post-work.
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.
There is one that is walking distance from my office so I visit it quite frequently
on my
lunch breaks.