Thursday, September 26th, 2002 01:29 pm
I need to find someplace better to eat lunch.

I generally just eat in the department lounge; however, that makes it far too easy for people to find me to make me look up students' files. Or unlock doors for workmen. Or whatever. I mean, I do take a little extra time at the end of lunch when I'm interrupted, but still. It makes me cranky.

Plus, I've been struggling to finish this thing that Dean Koontz shat out and called a book, and I keep getting interrupted, and dammit, I *really* want it over with. I'm only about 50 horribly-written pages from the end, so I'll finish it at lunch tomorrow no matter what. Will have to bring a really promising book in tomorrow to wash the Koontz out of my brain, when I'm done.

(Why didn't I just look up the student's file later? Because the student was standing there at my desk. Why am I reading this Koontz Krap? Because Jeanette wanted me to. Aagh.)
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 11:00 am (UTC)
Lunch? What's lunch? It involves food and not working right? I remember the days . . .

And Just Say No to Koontz.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 11:39 am (UTC)
When I get really desperate, I hide in the elevator. Yeah, people think I'm crazy, but it's the only way to get away from people asking me a zillion questions and get a brain break. Eat? no. Hide? yes.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 11:45 am (UTC)
I used to go sit in a place that I named Area 51 -- where we used to keep old computer equipment and other company history.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 11:45 am (UTC)
I'm not sure you should choose to read a Dean Koontz book and then bitch about how bad it is. That's sort of like deliberately rolling in shit and then complaining that you smell bad.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 12:01 pm (UTC)
She lent it to me months ago and has been asking. So it's not my fault, dammit.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 12:51 pm (UTC)
Life is all choices. It most certainly is your fault.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 01:03 pm (UTC)
It's your fault that you didn't hand it back after the first 10 pages and say, "I'm sorry; I understand you like it, but I just can't tolerate his writing style." :*
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 11:58 am (UTC)
Bluebeard by Kurt Vonnegut. I read it in a day and it's really really lovely and you get all these thoughts wandering around when you're done.

Spending by Mary Gordon. What if female painters had a muse and all the resources they needed? For one, the sex is hella good.

A Scanner Darkly by Philip Dick. Now's your chance to go looking for Dick again. This is one of my favorites.

All of these are really good reads, y'know, for lunchtime environs, as well as being pretty damn good books.
Thursday, September 26th, 2002 01:45 pm (UTC)
Ooo, yes! I think I'll go for the Dick. :)



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Thursday, September 26th, 2002 03:03 pm (UTC)
Our former, not-at-all-lamented-except-by-me-because-I-liked-her training coordinator used to suggest that if you couldn't get away from people, then take a 15 minute break in the bathroom. Not exactly where I'd want to eat lunch or anything, unless you have a lounge in your bathroom (we don't, though there is a single chair in there that I suspect is solely there so that people have somewhere to put casefiles when they go in there carrying them).
Friday, September 27th, 2002 12:01 am (UTC)
All Dean Koontz books are basically alike. Once you get a feel for them you can tell how they're going to end ten pages into the book.

My guess: whoever the lead male character is will end up killing the evil thing/guy/whatever and live happily ever after with whoever the lead female character is. If there is a monster in it, the monster will die most dramatically. If there is a supernatural child and/or pet in it, that will live. Sadly.

Koontzy books are like McDonald's cheeseburgers -- kind've ick, basically detrimental to one's general well-being, but at least familiar ground. There are very few surprises there.